Or kaya tha, bus yahi mom, toona us ka sath acha nahi keya wasa, maina mom kaya acha nahi keya, us na mujha sab bata deya tha jo toon karta tha us ka ...ath mai to acha moqa ki talash main thee tuj sa baa karna ki, magar vo bechara he guzar gaya, Mai shrminda ho gaya. Mom na maree taraf moon kar leya or boli zaroorat taree be hai or maree be uain na hum dono … Magar mom ya teak nahi ho ga, pita g hayin na ap ka apss. Nahi bacha ab vo to bus khatam hayin. Magar mujha abhi bohat icha hai, magar. It seemed like a normal package. It was just a cardboard box though it had no return address. All it had on the outside was a note: A chance to be something greater. I took it back into my apartment and opened it. Inside was a shiny gold leotard, a pair of grey panty hoes, black boots and gloves, a gold domino mask with yellow lenses in the eye holes and a metallic golden belt. It looked like something a superheroine would wear.Inside the box was also a piece of paper labeled instructions. It. As planned I picked her up on Friday evening and we went to the city to buy few suit materials and saree for her. I help her select and she was quite impressed with my sense of ladies dress selection. Then we went to a tailor for getting the suit stitched. I was stealing glances as the tailor was taking her measurement and I could clearly make out that he was enjoying her boobs and ass with slight touches. She was not liking it at all as her face was evident. while moving out she murmured. Turning she slammed him into the wall where he bounced off.Moving quickly, Richard jumped on the woman and grasped her in a bear hug. "Got you now bitch," he growled out.Laughing, Jerri replied, "You think so? Do your worst." Suddenly she screamed out in agony and blood started dripping to her feet.With a grin, Richard threw the critically wounded woman from him and everyone stood there in shock as two more arms were revealed, their crystal skin dripped blood as he jumped on the next human and.