You find yourself catching your breath every time you hear a sound, wondering if it’s is me coming back into the room.Suddenly, you know I’m in th...e room, even though the light is dim. You can feel my presence.You see me come into view, walking up to you. You see a whip in one hand, a bottle of oil on the ground and a knife in my hand. Your heart races!!! You can feel it in your throat.Leading up to this moment, you have been so confident in what we have. But the look on my face and the knife. Later would come VHS tapes, recordings off TV, DVDs and movies online. Early in life mags were expensive, movies even more so but nowadays you can download masses of pics and videos for free. Heaven for a perv you might think but I’ve got so much I’m never gonna get through it all, not helped by the fact that with my favourite girls I can never manage more than 4 or 5 minutes of video, or that many photos, before She makes me cum in my pants. Back in the 60s, mags were nothing like what they. She was always on the couch and part of the intervention, never in front, facing judgement. Today though, they were not berating her. They were not belittling her. In fact, she sensed some hesitation and perhaps a hint of awe? Alexa finally pulled out the garment from behind her back and held it up. In her hand was a red silk Baxter House thong. "Where" she asked "did you get this?" Serena blanched, then narrowed her eyes. Her voice changed. "Have you been going through my underwear drawer. Or whase chali gai jane ke bad jab me apne friend se mila or mera bahcpan me ek bast friend tha usko ham bahut satate the muje uski yad aai or me apne ek friend ko shat leke uske gar jane laga uske gar me uske mami papa or ek sister rehte he jab wha pahucha to wo ladki kapde dhorhi thi mene ushidekhke smil di or gar me chala gaya anda jane ke bad pata chala ki ye uski behan he thodi der bat karne ke bad wo andar aai usne bat karte karte uski or meri b pehchan ho gai ab kya tha roj me uske gar.