It fit him like a glove. It fit him like a second skin. It was tight and the hem of the skirt reached just above his knees, pushing his legs together ...so that his thighs touched. He didn't know how he was going to walk in this. Very slowly, he thought. Mistress Satin pushed him to sitting and he felt the plug push into him. It hurt.The boots were knee high, leather, tight and black, matching his gloves. They had five inch heels and were pointy. Mistress Satin shoehorned his stocking feet into. She again gave the cheeky smile.I parked the car, asked her to come in and went to the washroom. My heart was pounding at the thought of she and me alone in my house. But decided to act against any such sexual demeanor. Came back from the washroom and saw that she was relaxing on the couch with her eyes closed. I sat next to her and asked softly, “looks like you are loving and relaxing at this moment”.She just smiled and held my hand. My nervous system gave kickbacks in all possible directions. His internal clock was telling him that he had been in the pit forabout eleven hours when the cover was raised. Expecting suddendaylight, he closed his eyes tightly for a few seconds as he raised hishead, then cautiously opened them. As he had expected, bright sunshinereflected down the walls, all glistening still with water. A shadowyfigure blocked the light and Ray saw something dropping towards him. Hemanaged to catch the small bottle of water the guard had dropped downbut, as he went to. Chhote bachchon ki nunni meine dekhi thi, vo bhi kabhi kabhi tataar hui si. Mere dimag par koi asar pada nahin tha. Asali chudai dekhane ka ek mauka mila tha, muze. Vo prasang abhi bhi yaad hai muze. Mein gyarah sal ki thi. Sine par chhote chote nimbu jaisi chuchiyan ubhar aayi thi aur kakh men baal uge the. Mein aur dusari do ladakiyan school ja rahi thi. Hamari school gaanv bahar thi, raaste men kayi khet aate the. Garami ke din the.Eka ek raste men ek gadhi bhagi aa rahi thi. Us ke pichhe.