“She is,” Birch said, and Emi could hear the pride in his voice. “She’s my perfect slave.” Mr. Smith stood abruptly. He moved slowly ro...und behind her, and Emi could feel his appraising stare as he inspected the back view. She kept her position, although her calf muscles were starting to ache now. He returned to stand in front of her. His right hand seized one of Emi’s naked breasts and squeezed hard. Her first reaction was shock, and the desire to twist out of his grasp, but Birch was. " Brad said. "That's me?" Yes..." One lady said. "And don't speak in that unladylike voice of yours. It will give you away. Just pretend you have laryngitis. But don't worry. At the end of this episode, you won't have to pretend to be a woman, anymore."One lady put a neckline on Brad's neck with a Sapphire jewel on it."Can't forget this, can you?" And he was also handed a black leather purse. A watch rimmed with sapphire was placed on his wrist and sprayed a lovely and arousing scent all over. Piusa kahile kemiti achi maro maa kahile mo husband ra to tamathu ahuri bada au mota achi piusa kahile han mu janichi au dekhichi madya .maa kahile hau mu hele aithi aka basipaduchi kahi katha sabu tale rakhi piusa nka samna re sadi teki pass basile hele piusa nku maa nkara bia dekhagola nahi tenu se munda ku nai kina dekhile maa hasile kahile mo bia dekhilo piusa kahile nahi mo kichi dekha jaunahi kahibaru maa sadiku teki dekheile kahile dekhagala piusa kahile ha je kintu khali bala gudaka. I doubted that he would ever notice me, I was so used to being in the shadow of my girlfriends that everyone seemed to fancy and he wouldn’t even talk to me most days. The dreams that impaired my sleep at night didn’t help either. They felt so real. Too real. I felt like the dirtiest slut waking up every morning with panties soaked from the imaginary fucking in every position and place that I would get 3 or 4 nights in a week. If this was what he did to me in my dreams what the hell would he do.