I have belonged to Ernesto for six months, and I wear a leather collar that has his name embossed on a little metal plate and a tattoo on my left ass ...cheek that says ?Property of Ernesto? and which means I can no longer shower at my club.Ernesto runs a crew for a big construction company that builds houses out in the suburbs; he is tall, rakish, with stubble and a little soul patch under his mouth, an earring that makes him look a little piratical, white teeth and curly dark hair. He?s the kind. Uske baad wo ek sarab ki bottle ko la kar ke usme boob se milk ko nikala kuch drop gir ke ek ghunt hue, aur phir wo use pi gaaya boobs pura laal ho gayi thi, usne bola milk bahut kadak hai toh aur wo aur ek baar wo karne loge,bua ne bola’me mar jaungi, breast pain ho raha hai.’toh saljesh ne ek lakdi se bua ke gand ko do chodi lagayi, aur bola’saali, bahut thapad marti hai, milk de nahi sakti,tere ye dudh toh me bhi piunga,aur wo ek laat maara bua ke gaand ko,jo bua ke uper aur niche kar ke. When the trembler passed he stood again, completely unaware of the pose he had struck moments before.With his surroundings refusing to give up his location, the only site Patrick could place with certainty was the high desert plateau on which the town of Tehachapi sat. That was definitely south. Or was it? He shook his head, as if doing so would throw off the feelings robbing him of his bearings. When that failed, he reached for his canteen. Perhaps a long drink would help settle his doubt, but. She grabbed a glass bottle of another pink liquid spritzedeach of my wrists and my neck. Now the flowery smell was gone and all Icould smell was a soft fragrance of coconuts.Without loosening her grip on my hand, she pulled the bed sheets back,sat me down at the end of her bed and threw the sheets over my legs."Good, now we can't see your hairy legs," she said in her rushed voiceas she walked over to the door and quietly closed it. I heard thefootsteps of her mother coming up the stairs and so.