Wo photos ritu didi ki thi or wo nahati hui ki jisme wo puri nude thi. Mera dimag kharab ho gya. Wo has raha tha or bola ki sb maine hi khichi h. M ha...an rah gaya. Or bola ki teri bhan ko ek baar apne sath sulana chahta hu. Or fir ritu ki photos ko kiss krne laga. Or kha ke aaj raat tumhari chat pr aa jana ritu ke sath 8 bje.Maine ye sb ritu ko btaya to wo bhi ghabra gyi or boli ke usne kisi or ko pics di to hm kya krenge.Maine kha ke usne mna kiya h or kha h ke agar tum uske pass jaogi to wo. So the psychology ofchoice continued to the next day. I woke up completely naked, but hung onthe bars of the cell were two different outfits. The first consisted ofneon pink pull up stockings, neon pink hot pants and a pink crop top withthe word "pussy" picked out in shiny sequins and a kitty motif. Thesecond was white stockings, black pleated skirt and a white blouse. Thechoice was made before my feet hit the floor. I scurried over to the pinkoutfit and gathered all the pieces. I pulled the. I felt so used. (Do it again please)The night of the ball I was going to have dad drive us there but at the last minute there was a knock at the door. I answered the door and there stood a uniformed chauffer, "Your limo awaits sir."Sarah was all dressed and ready to go on time for a change so we went out and got in the humongous car. We were driven to the dance and arrived in style. What put the icing on the cake was when the driver unrolled a red carpet for us to walk on. We went into the. I acceded to the point of being a door mat. Eventually, via him escorting me on my supposed errand to buy a dress, that he paid for, we entered his suite. He told me to sit down a moment while he ordered a “little snifter”.It was a beautiful room with a picture window overlooking the Tyne. You could see the reconstructed Norman castle on the Newcastle side and the converted factory that was now the Baltic Centre for Contemporary art on the Gateshead side. It was bathed in light from behind the.