‘On your marks!’ An announcer yelled. She bent down, crouching on the elevated platform, looking down into the deep blue water, her reflection loo...king back at her. She smiled. She already knew how this was going to go. ‘Get set!’ She raised her ass into the air, leaning forward, ready to take the plunge. She felt confident. She knew she was going to win. No one else had the passion she did. A gunshot rang out, echoing off the walls of the enclosed pool area. She heard the cheers, but then,. Maine nighty utari usne bra nahi pehni thi… Unka milky white boobs and pink nipples mujhr pagal kar raha tha….Maine zor zor se dabaya and fir muh me rakh k chusa…Nd nipples ko daat se kata…Unke muh se sssiiishh. Aaahhhh….Ooooh awaz aarhi thi.Unse apna hath mere lund pe sehlana shuru kia… and mera t-shirt utara and jeans bhi… Fir mera underwear utara… and mere lund ko muh me lekar chusne lagi…..Mujhe toh lag raha tha ki mai asman me urr raha hu….Fir maine unhe roka aur mai kitchen se chocolate. ." That bit is actually true," I interrupted." ... so you could kind of say if it wasn't for maths, we might all be Nazis," he explained."That's a bit of a stretch," I said. "But I take your meaning. If you're saying that those mathematicians were actually war heroes, then I agree." Yeah, right! Heroes," he said, pointing at me happily. "So I thought I'd find out who the real Waterhouse was and pick him for my essay." But you didn't," I said, even though I probably knew what was coming. ’ I nodded, her words making complete sense. Yet, I still felt guilt at not standing side by side with Ashley. ‘That said,’ Megan continued, ‘A good caring Mistress would never do that to her pet unless she knows that’s what the pet wants or needs.’ Ashley asked, ‘Ma’am, may I ask a question?’ ‘Of course, my dear,’ Megan nodded, sounding more like a mother figure or teacher than a Mistress. ‘But remember, I’m Megan.’ ‘Megan, I understand what you just said. But how do you balance it? I.