I told him, I was about at that point. The pee was about to burst out of my pussy. A little had already leaked out, but I was able to hold most of it ...back. He told me to follow him, and he used a key to disable the back fire door. He pointed to a little partial wall that stuck out a bit to hide the dumpster, and told me that I could step behind the wall and nobody would see me. He promised to watch to make sure nobody came around the corner. I was so desperate that I did what he said. I went. Bhauja mote help kariba ku luga ganthhi kholi dele mu dekhili je se saya pindhhi nathhile. Mu dhire kari bia upare chuma deba ku lagili o jibha re tike chati baku lagili.. bhauja nka abastha setabelaku kahile nasare.Mu dekhili je bia ta pura lala re bharti hoi jai chhi.. mu kahili bhauja tame muti deichha na kana? Se kahile mo dhana ea muta nuha ,tama banda ku dekhi mo bia taku khai ba boli lala galauchhi au taku kasta diani plzz. Mu kahili thik achhi bhauja mu kana karibi? Se mo banda ku muha. He might just want you to dance naked for him, or he might want to fuck your ass just as much as he might want to watch you fuck an ass, or he could brand you, or cut off your little finger for his collection," she whispered, "or he might do... well, this." I know," Kathryn nodded softly. "And there's a throng of butterflies in my stomach right now." And the best part of this is... they'll never go away. Not as long as you work here." Her cheeks entirely red now, the Scandinavian blonde stepped. I spent every waking minute since I received his number deleting it, then re-adding the same number. I just couldn't decide if I wanted to become his slut, his girl. The day slowly passed, until an argument broke out between myself and my mum's stupid boyfriend. He just couldn't deal with my bikini being too revealing. I stormed into my room. Picking up my phone, I looked in the mirror. I was wearing a white drawstring bikini, which didn't hide my figure much at all, but I was wearing a bikini.