I would then have you put on a pair of high heels and put make up on you... and then make you parade up and down the stairs for me. Watching you be so...careful not to trip, legs shaking, and your dick poking out of the top of your pretty, pink thong. I might, after letting you parade around, let you have another beer, however, the only way you'd be allowed to drink it, would be to get down on you knees, whore, and deep throat the bottle from my crotch. You would have to show me how well you go. "Can I help you?" she repeats."I..." I stumble. "I'm not sure. I've been having these dreams of waltzing with a beautiful woman. But I can't dance in real life." "Really?" she replies. "How about we try a waltz and see how many left feet you really have."Music fills the room. Music strangely similar to that in my dream. She approaches me and takes my hands. I find myself following her moves as we begin our waltz. As she and I twirl through the room, my confidence grows. I must have learned. In fact, he was the one who had told Rani to get married to me. As per the Guruji, the family was going through a bad time due to Shani’s Vakra Drishti. We had to visit this temple “Shani Shingnapur” in Maharashtra. It was 1320 km from Bhuvneshwar and so we had to take a train.Since we were so many people, getting a reservation at the last minute would be impossible. So, we finally decided to hire a tempo traveler from Bhuvneshwar and also visit other temples on the way.Since the. When he was around, he was distant. He was busy with a project at work and focused on nothing else. I tried to get him to relax. I dressed sexy, attempted to give him head, even a hand job. He wouldn't come around, always remaining focused on his work. I would only wear lingerie around the house hoping to entice him away even for a few minutes. Eventually I wore nothing around the house, still no attention from him. Finally I began masturbating loudly when he was home, but he would never.