” With that Urvashi cut the call. Ranjan called up a couple of more times but Urvashi disconnected every time.“Another fight with Ranjan?” Karvy..., her manager got up from his chair, with an ear wide grin and his pot belly. He came to sit diagonally opposite to her. He adjusted his glasses to have an eyeful of rising and fall of Urvashi’s mounts, thanks to her temper. “When can I get a chance to grab and molest those firm and huge soft melons?” Karvy thought while listening to her moan.Urvashi’s. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended.Any comments are welcome.This story contains adult situations, describes sexual activities, and deals with cross-dressing. If such material upsets you, or if it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T.HumiliationBy Constance GrantCopyright (c) 2000 by Constance Grant, Manasquan, NJ, all rights reservedI had to tell her; there was no getting around it.As I got out of the car my stomach felt like compressed lead,. He had tried to look warm and friendly. He looked like a desperate man (which he was). So when he received a personal message from Chrissie he didn’t quite believe it. Why would this glamorous woman be interested in him? After chatting online for a while she explained that she was looking for someone stable and reliable, as she had been messed around by men all her life. Messages became texts. Texts became phone conversations. And now he was standing outside the cinema waiting to meet Chrissie. Radhu wanted to show off her knowledge and said wait I will get the book. She said adults wiil scold if they say the book, which sounded kind of believable. I had noticed my mother switching channel whenever beed room scenes come in the movie. Radhu asked me to go in a room on their topfloor. No one stayed in that room. Ir was being used as a dumping room of unused things. Radhu said you hide yourself in that room, if someone notices you then say that you are playing hide and seek.I did as.