I placed my pistol and sword on the table, well out of her reach. I held out my hands, palms up, and empty. “It’s okay, I mean you no harm,” I s...poke quietly and in a gentle voice, although I doubted she understood a word of it.She was now backed against the cot she was chained to, she fell backwards, then scuttled to the bulkhead and cringed from me in the corner.I saw a pitcher of water on the table, so I poured a cup, and held it out to her. She looked at me, eyes wide and scared. I slowly. One day I went to market to purchase a vegetables i was selecting vegetables in the evening about 7 pm one aunty in the age of 28 purchasing vegetables standing besides me.she is touching me closely I try to maintain distance but woh tho muje lag ke kade rahi thi muje roka nahi maine us ko hi kaha woh bhi hai kah phit hum dono milkar vegetable purchased kiya , phir hum do todi dur tak chalte rahe phir ek dukan par rukkar cool drinks piya bad me usene muje pucha kya karte ho maine kaha ki mai. Given its locale the bar was very popular to MSU students and particularly after a football game on a Saturday afternoon the place was extremely crowded probably exceeding the fire marshal’s limit. Even though the girls arrived just ten minutes after the game the place was already jumping and they had a fifteen minute wait before they got to a table. No sooner had they sat down, when two guys asked if they could sit with them since space was at a premium and of course the girls had no problem. I mean, what did that even mean? Lick her feet? It was absurd. Who the hell would lick someone else’s feet? How would I even do that? I pictured Tabitha, sitting in that airport lounge in her designer clothes and expensive jewellery. Her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail with those blue eyes watching expectantly from behind sunglasses. Sipping a cocktail while her feet were propped up on luggage more expensive than my weekly wage. In contrast, I was kneeling in my burger uniform, licking her.