She panted, feeling as though she’d lost her wind. ‘Can’t…’ She huffed. ‘Can’t… breathe.’ ‘Langdon,’ the doctor pressed her shou...lders back into the bed. ‘Breathe, Langdon!’ She could feel her breath coming in short panicked gasps, but she couldn’t control it. Her head swam and she clenched her eyes shut as an oxygen mask pressed over her nose and mouth. She couldn’t get enough air, she felt that she was suffocating. The panic set in and she was hyperventilating. ‘Langdon!’ the doctor barked.. Then bhabhi told to give any and I had given the silky transparent blue saree. She asked when she have to wore only saree by winkling eye. I got enough courage and said that will there be much lucky and I overcome my words not to be in much noticed by giving her a matching blouse and langa. As she was about to move towards bathroom I asked her what about inners….. Suddenly she turned and said naughtily that might be diff in sizes and asked to show some of them whether they can match. I said. I’m short in height and weighed around 59 g. I had a clean body with no hairs and was a bit chubby. Again I heard the voice in my ear, “Ooh dear, you feel so different and sexy today”.I recognized the voice but my mind was not processing it (because of the alcohol). The guy placed a nice kiss on my neck and bit there. I was moaning, “Ahhhhh”. Then I felt a mustache on my neck. I was sure that it was not my friend’s. Knowingly or unknowingly, my body already responding to his erotic gay sexual. She was going to one of local universities and worked for my company over the summer. Lacy was not only smart but she had the looks to match. She had shoulder length blond hair with the face of a high-dollar model. Her piercing green eyes always captured my attention when she spoke to me. She always dressed conservatively at work but today was casual Friday at the office and she wore her cowgirl garb; cowgirl jeans, boots and a loose fitting yellow blouse. I was happy to see her because I had.