I gaped at Boo, wondering how anyone as cold as she presently must have been could carry on with such an outward display of wasted activity. I felt th...t all of my stored energy could be put to better use in finding the nearest sport that emitted the greatest amount of warmth. Obviously, Boo had other ideas. ‘Henry, I’m so cold…let’s go,’ Boo’s whining voice let me know she had no desire to talk in this dismal cold,. My sentiments exactly. I set off in a brisk pace towards Morey’s General Store. .Unhone mera dhyan apni tarf khichna suru kar diya2nd yr me yhi sab chala mujhe dhire dhire kuchh ehsas hone lga tha pahle to mujhe lga ki ye apni post ka najayaj fayda utha rahi lekin unka asli maksad jab mai last year me pahucha tab samjh me aya3rd year ki pahli class jis din thi mai unki class me baitha wo kuchh note kara rhi thi ki achank meri pen kharab ho gyi, aur mai likhna band karke baith gya aur board ki tarf dekne laga mam ne dekha to puchha note kyu nhi kar rhe to maine bataya ki. “You like this, darling?” Not a question. A statement. A statement made as the second soaked sponge pushed the hood of her eager, tiny clit back and then slid along the inside of her labia minora, her innermost lips, cleansing her, preparing her for the final torture before the fun. The sponge forcing itself along the inside of her fourchette, then back up to briefly taunt her clit.The sound of him tossing the second sponge away caused her to take a deep breath. She was sweating a bit now,. She could feel her eyelashes brush the floor as she blinked. Her arms and legs were numb and she couldn't move them. After a few moments, she realized she was tied up and struggled into a sitting position.'How did I get here?' she wondered, feeling confused. It had been a long time since she woke up not knowing where she was, but it had happened to her often enough that she wasn't too concerned.Then she remembered – Jake, the ravine, the needed rope – and cursed herself for not being more.