Her reply was simple, one word. ‘Yes.’ I still remember, my heart began racing. I had now committed myself to meeting this stranger I knew har...ly anything about. I calmed myself down and wrote my own scenario back, as I had said I would. It was a little crude, I had never written anything of its sort before. ‘I pick you up, and as discussed, you have worn a medium length dress with no panties .On the way back to the room you hike up your dress to where I can almost see your pussy. You. We shook hands and Dr. Mendelssohn mouthed the usual clichés about at last putting a face with the name, etc. etc.I wondered if I looked more like a left fielder than he looked like a psychiatrist. Probably."I think I am going to give myself a couple of extra points for advising you and Juniper to talk yesterday," he said. "Maybe I'll write you up in a scholarly paper ... Anonymously, of course." You did good, Doc," I agreed."Look at her!" Mendelssohn said, holding both Juniper's hands -- the. She started to cry. "Nice try," I said. "But you were a little too slow. Slut, I hope you'reready to die, because I've had it with you. Whore, say goodbye to Slut." "Goodbye," Whore said. I handed the rope to Whore. "Wrap this around the Slut's neck." "No, please don't, please. Please," Slut said. Whore straddled her. She keptwhining and begging as Whore slipped the rope around her neck, and looped itonce. "Pull it a little tighter," I said. "Shut that bitch up." Whore pulled the ends of the. She closed the bathroom door still looking at me. I was spell-bounded; I didn’t know how to react to this beautiful creation of Almighty. I didn’t know what to do. I was more shocked than surprised.She: Hi, I am Shreya. It’s a pleasure to meet you.Me: (I was Stammering) Hi, I’m Patrick. Nice to meet you 2. I was looking at her eyes. They were light brown and big. Her face-more circular than Natasha’s. Her hair fell just below her shoulders, which were a bit curly at the end.She had a head band.