”I was at all saints’ college to see my friend who was doing her M.A. So I told him.He said “Can u come to Statue junction and wait for me near ...he statue it self?”He had seen my photo I had sent him through mail so he could recognize me. I was wearing a yellow chiffon sari with a velvet blouse, my blouse was very thick and my breasts are in good shape so I didn’t wear a bra underneath. I told him am wearing Yellow sari. He said he would come in red Maruthi 800 So I went to statue and waited I. Can I just spread you legs a bit so I can reach the inside of your thighs, you want me to do you all over, don’t you?" Looking her lovely arse I slowly rolled up her girdle moving my hands into her soft flabby buttocks.You know, Robert, I can feel the circulation coming back. I have never had a massage by a man before. Do they do it differently?“Well, Dora, I am of the school that believes in giving ladies a really deep penetrating work out. You know, reviving the places that don’t get the. I translated it, I also made some changes (like the appearance of characters and rewriting some chapters so that it is more arousing). I have want it to be more like my own fantasy. I adapt the story (create chyoa chapters, review the formatting and maybe in time some alternative choices.) I also adapt it to the norm of age that is used here since the French law is not the same about age. The story was originally published in French on the site histoiresdecheznous2. I don't know who the. You have to seek that answer on yourown. I have to take my leave of you now." Her voice began to fade;I barely heard the soft. "Good-bye."I could feel clothing materialize on my body. At least I wasn'tgoing to be blind and naked. I felt very happy and very frightenedall at once. My old identity was gone, and so was my sight. Whatcould I do? I groped for a chair, sat down and thought for a fewminutes. Soon, an idea came to me. I stood up, headed for where Iremembered the front door of my.