”“I don’t care.”I thought for a moment. “Okay, then, little slave girl, lift your shirt over your tits while you play. You must keep it high... before you unzip me until after I’m safely zipped.” I grinned. I didn’t care but now the stakes were more even about body parts showing.That slowed her. I didn’t say anything. There wasn’t much I could do until we reached an apartment so it was up to her to really decide how much, if anything, to do.She looked thoughtful watching cars as we passed them and. He turned the handle of the door, opening it slowly, trying to be quiet and suprise her. He had been away all weekend for a football game. She grabbed the red paint then, splashing a streak of red across the canvas. She grabbed the blue then bending over the canvas to pour a small pool of the rich color onto the corner, trailing a small line to the opposite corner. Her shirt rose higher, the soft curves of her thighs leading to a perfect view of her moist lips. He groaned then, letting the door. But I can tell you she looks identical to “Satna Titus”(Tamil actress)That was how she looked in her uniform. The uniform’s colour was different though. She snapped her finger at me saying “sir, can I order anything else for you?”I came back to my senses and said “that’s all”.“Please he seated while we get the order to your table” she said.We all sat on a table nearby. It was quite straight to the counter so her view was direct to me. While we we’re waiting for our food, I was staring at her. I was looking for my perfect match, my psycho-sexual twin, someone to blaze steamy trails of sexual passion with. I was looking for someone to talk to, someone to partner with, someone to laugh at life with, no matter what the situation, I was looking for someone to drink a margherita on the rocks with, someone who’d playfully pull my pants down and give me a blowjob with the ice cubes still in her mouth. I was looking for a look. A passionate, soul-searching, heart-searing, check out my soul.