For mostgirls, a simple grudge by a major designer or someone who stages a show,could mean the difference between working regularly and obscurity. And...even those who do find work when they fall from grace don't transitionwell - it is a long way down from the catwalks of Milan and pages of Vogueto the catalogues of Sears. No, the entrances by limousine, and diva like fits over what a girl wouldand would not wear, wasn't the hard reality of day to day modeling. It wasfilled with kowtowing and. .that was not to be...he said he loved me...I disliked him for that...as there is a difference...words spoken 'I love you'..and just to make me feel at ease 'i love you'...He thinks I feel the same for him..but..how can I...why should I...?? I am angry that I have left myself so open...like a book...to be used...I can feel the tears on my eyelashes...then rolling down my cheek..like the rain on the window pane..I roughly wipe that away...biting down on my lip...I feel I have drawn blood...but. I just curled up into a little ball, rocking back and forth, crying like a little sissy, hoping Isabella would wrap me in her arms and tell me everything was going to be alright. I heard her make her way over to me, felt her hand stroke my hair, and screamed as he grabbed a handful and pulled..."You will never be my Master now! And for promising me to a boy..." she spat the word out like it was poisoned pig shit "I will never trust you as a sissy. So I'll keep your sick little secret for as. Fir uske pant k upar se hi uske chut ko thoda dabaya toh wo machal uthi. Fir uske pant ko nikala. Usne black color ki panty pehni hui thi. Wo ab sirf bra panty me thi. Aur mai uske navel ko chat raha tha aur dono hathon se uske chuchi ko daba raha tha. Fir apne daat se hi usko panty ko nikala. Aur usne khud apni bra nikal pheki. Usne clean shave kiya hua tha. Uski chut ko dekh k mujhse raha nahi gaya aur mai uski chut pr tut pada. Uski chut ko apni jib se chatta raha. Fir uske chut me ek ungli.