It was unlike any bedroom I had ever seen before. It was so unusual that I will describe it in some detail to give the reader a sense of the eerieness... I felt upon entering it. Black was the dominant color in this singular chamber. A deep piled wall-to-wall black carpet covered the floor. All the wood furnishings: two dressers, a stool, the ceiling crossbeams, and the wall moldings, were painted in gloss black enamel. An ebony grandfather clock stood in the corner, its swinging gold pendulum. One day she saw me eyeballing her but I didn’t stop looking at her swinging ass. I bet no one can. She reduced talking to me but I was still looking at her. One day when bhayya is not there she started the conversation and telling all that is wrong but I was sad and when she turned back I went & hugged her. I got a slap in return but I didn’t stop. Took her to the wall & kissing her neck, face continuously, her resistance is reducing. Then I started pressing her boobs. She started moaning. This teamreally needs some fire under its belly with you out, and don't you wantto contribute to their success even if you can't play?"Jordyn said nothing. Coach continued, addressing both of us."So what do you say? Are you with me on this?" he asked, hopefully.I glanced at Jordyn. Her brow was wrinkled by a look of resigned disgust."I guess we'll try it," I ventured, still looking at Jordyn."But I think you're insane and cruel," Jordyn added.Coach shook his head. "Insane, not really. Cruel,. With a sigh I gave in, hoping that Naomi would cede her unwelcome means of persuasion. “Okay, okay, I’ll play.” Mandy squealed and jumped onto the bed, occupying the free spot at the left side, with a stack of cards in each of her hands. Jen was lounging on her stomach at the foot of the bed, looking bored and wiggling her feet, showing off her bright red toenails. Liz was wrapped in a white and black kimono and sitting at the edge to my right, pale, her nails and lips painted black, reminding.