Mera naam sanjay hai. meri umar 25 saal ki hai. ye ek sachchi kahani hai. mere ghar ke samne hi ek larki rahti hai, jiska naam nisha hai. wo 24 saal k...i ladki hai, are larki kya ye to etom bomb thi. wo bachpan se mere saath hi padhati thi. hum dono saath me hi padhane bethate the. jab wo kitab padhati to pao ko samne rakhake baithati thi, aur main jan buj kar uske samne hi bethata taki muje uski chaddi dikhay de. wo bahot sexy chhaddi pahenti thi is vajah se kabhi kabhi uski chhut bhi dikhay de. Her blue eyes flashed as she realized what Slavens was doing. He finally responded. "I was out until after midnight last night. A guy who owns a local electronics company had gotten himself beaten and tortured to death."Bonnie leaned forward and placed her elbows on the edge of the desk. " Yeah, I heard about that. Aside from the torture, what makes it interesting?"Lt. Slavens leaned back in his chair, which groaned with the effort. "It seems that he had just invented a new process for making. He had on a snug leather dress that covered him from the high collar thatchafed at his neck, all the way down to the tight hem that hugged hisankles. It featured a corset waist, which she had tightened until hefelt like he was being cut in half. The interior of the garment wasrough and unfinished, so that it rubbed his bare skin uncomfortably. Hewas hot and could feel droplets of sweat running down the middle of hisback and between his bottom cheeks. Worse, she had made him wear highheels. 5ft. Since I travelled first class, the ladies compartment too was adjoining and open to full view. The train arrived and everyone rushed in. I generally used to run inside to catch a seat with the best view. All the seats were taken and I was left standing, frankly speaking, the view while standing is much better than sitting?.This aunty was standing in the ladies compartment just opposite me and I had a good view of her.The train began and for support she raised her arms to hold the handle..