When she was returning the half finished cigarette to me I hold her hand pulled her towards me and said that u look pretty when u smoke and I know u a...so want to have fun. She blushed and jumped off from the bed and hugged her. She said nothing to me. Then I kissed her on her cheeks, lips, neck and boobs. She started to push me with very little force. That was a clear indication that she also wants it to happen I opened her blouse and bra and started sucking his boobs, the I removed her sari. I?m proud of you for trying so hard to please me.? She didn?t feel beautiful or special. She felt like a filthy, weak little whore for giving in like this. The voice in her head that told her to fight, that she was a pathetic, worthless piece of shit for giving in to him grew quieter as she concentrated on what he said. Someone was proud of her; someone thought she was beautiful, even though she stank and her hair hung in limp, greasy tangles; someone thought she was special, not worthless. She. Occasionally, one of us would linger on a painting while the other would wander the halls but we would always naturally come back together. At one point, I paused to study a painting from the Romantic era while Daisy continued to peruse other pieces from other times. When I found her again, she was looking up at a very large wall-sized modern painting by a local artist that depicted a very large, very nude man; her head tilted slightly to the side and her hands clasped low behind her back. She. Ham antha deliyaik je dekhait chhi ki karait chhathi…wo hamra jagab laglaith ham aur antha deliyai…takhan wo hamra munh lag aabi dhire san kahlaith je misharji suti rahlaun ki…ham mauka pabi hunka apan panj men bhari leliyain aur jor san chipta leliyain…wo machail uthlih aur kahlaith aata nahin..kiyo bujhi jayat..chalu hamra ghar men, hamr kamra men sirf ham sutait chhi…wah hamar ta lautriye lagi gel…Dhire san ham dunu gote babita ke ghar men ghusi gelaunh, babita apan gharak kebar band ka.