I slide on the thigh highs, clip them to the garters and step into my Come-Fuck-Me platform heels. I sit on the edge of the bed and glance at the cloc...k. Three minutes. I grab the last item on the bed. Cover my eyes with the black satin blindfold. Butterflies in my stomach. Blindfolded heightens my other senses as I sit there in total silence. My ability to hear is suddenly magnified. Waiting. Nervous. He’ll be able to see me. I won’t be able to see him. I’m giving the control to him. Just like. Phr mai seedha bathroom ki trf aur aur mud krr ek smile di…. Woh smjh gya…..Aur kch daer baad mere peeche peeche aane lga….Tb tk mai andr jaa chuki thi aur shower on krke apne badan se khel rhi thi…..Arham andr aya aur bola….Kyu itna tdpa rhi ho…Aur itta keh krr muje apni baho main jakad lia….Mai usse apne aap ko nhi chuda paa rhi thi aur jo b ho rha tha bss uske mze le rhi thi…..Ab woh mere chucho ko dba rha tha bht zor zor se aur mai moan krr rhi thi aaaahhhh aaaahhhh aaarrrhhhaaammm aur. I hadn’t had very good luck finding the right fit long term, but I had built a solid reputation over the years for both professional reliability and my ‘progressive’ influenced skills with the bass (an instrument of considerable underrated ability in the hands of a master like John ‘The Ox’ Entwhistle, John Paul Jones, or my favorite bassman Chris Squire of ‘Yes’). My predecessor, whom in my opinion was an untalented hack that did little more onstage than repeatedly ‘bang the root note’, had. My person was but a few meters from the relaxing girl, hidden by a thick bush, my view practically unobstructed. I knew that I had gone beyond the point of a polite view and had intruded upon Sara's privacy by sneaking up on her. What she did next convinced me that staying had been the right thing to do, and I forgot any notion about leaving.Sara's relaxed, roaming hand strolled down and settled upon her small round right breast. At first I thought it was only a natural place to move her hand,.