Maeen kahila kie dekhiba…mu kahili nam kehi dekhi paribeni….mu ethara maeen ra blouse bhitare hata pureiki doodha chipili…doodah bhunndi ku dali...li..esabu karu karu ama stoppage asigala..ame olheilu..Maeen mate kichhi kahu nathae…mu tk darrigali…kale maeen kahaku kahidaba..maeen ra bhi amaku nabaku asithanti. Ame car re tanka gharaku galu. Sedina ratire khaisariki samaste soibaku baharile….mamu gote ghare, maeen auu tanka bhauja gote ghare soile…mu danda ghare soithae…sete bele jaen maeen mo. Hired car can't get details. Still sitting there, could be waiting.Matt emailed back.Don't draw attention to yourself.There was no reply to that until five slow minutes had elapsed.I'm suited, white shirt and tie. Car full of carpet samples and paperwork all over the front seat. I'm a rep. Nobody notices a Rep. There's at least three other Reps here.At quarter to eleven Chubb phoned."In place, Boss. Passed Gary. Looks perfect for the part, driving a Mondeo. Bloody millions of those on the. All I knew was that Ann was a nurse, and enjoyedhumiliating her submissive's. Tom was a doctor, bi-sexual, and enjoyeddressing his T-Girl's in latex, PVC, corsets, back seamed stockings, veryhigh heeled shoes, and putting his submissive's into bondage. All of thisseemed too good to be true, but they sent me pictures of their previous T-Girls, and they all looked like they were enjoying the activities theywere posing in.Then I started to reminisced about my youth. I was a shy boy with aslender. My already warped mind began to explore kinkier and then even kinkier sex acts.The women in my fantasies, and then when I began to turn my fantasies into stories, the women in my stories began to suffer more abuse. I believe this was, at least in part, a result of my frustration with my wife. Those women, the women of whom I wrote, were never my wife. I didn't picture her in my mind as I wrote the stories. But many a poor fictional woman has suffered dearly for the frustration I felt.My stories.