She walked out of the bathroom to the smiles of Jasmine and the hunger on Peter's face. Karen smiled at her Mistress and then glanced at the table, gl...sses and a pile of cutlery lay in the centre of the table. Karen was just wondering what they were to eat when the doorbell rang. Karen thought of what she was wearing and panicked, then Jasmine said sternly, "Well answer the door, Slut; it will be our Chinese takeaway." Karen was petrified, she could not expose herself to a stranger, and she. Everything was gold: the golden Baroque cities glistening under the glowing sun of August, and far away, the gently rising mountains of Theocritus directing our gaze to Homer's wine-dark sea. Now when I look back at myself at the age of fifteen, I recall only two pieces of literature that lent my monotonous school life a subtle romantic air: A la recherche du temps perdu by Marcel Proust and the Eclogues by Virgil. For a short time I was so fascinated by Eclogue II in which the handsome. I don’t know what’s with her. I was afraid to move further which leads to destruction of my image. A month rolled by…In my room I used to keep my pocket money and cd exchange money in my wallet and the wallet will be in my room table. For past few days I found that some money is missing in the wallet.actually no one enters my room except the maid one day I planned to catch her red handed I kept my mobile with a video recording mode slightly positioning upward and I purposely counted my money. So my hands went even lower and I asked “is this where it hurts”“No lower” “Here” as my hands was almost near her butt”“A little lower mike, you might have to put your hands under the towel to hit my spot”So I let my hands glide under the towel right at the top of her butt crack.“Yes there, that is where it hurts, can you rub that spot deeper”so I started to rub the top of her butt and I made sure that when I rubbed it, my forearms would lift the towel a little so I could see her butt crack,.