It sounded like the anguish of a lost soul. I could certainly relate to that!Then I heard it again. Connie! I knew it was her. I quietly rose and made...my way to her room.The door was cracked open, so I was able to look inside without disturbing her.She was crying. I could tell she was trying to hold back the tears, but she couldn’t. I knew what that felt like. I entered the room and, as gently as possible, crawled up beside her. I worked my right arm under her neck and then put my left arm over. Me babhi ka cilt ko choose raha tha.babhi pagal huyi ja rahi thi babhi ki choot puri gili ho gayi thi. me babhi ka clit ka sath khal raha tha tabi babhi na mera dono hathno ko apna chuhiyano par rakh kar boli mera raja ena be dabao.tordi dar bad babhi ki halta buri ho gayi babhi machal rahi thi babhi mera sir ko apni choot par daba rahi thi babhi boli mera raja mera upar aa jao ab ruka nahi jata or babhi na muja apna upar kich liya orbabhi na apni tanga or khul di mera lund babhi ki choot par. He was the one who told me about the job at the company, and I think he slipped in a good word for me with the management. He told me he hadn’t said much: that it was just a corollary of his contract with them, whatever that means. I looked up corollary once on the net, but jeez, it was like trying to read lawyer-speak.“So...” He drew the word out, as if he was waiting for me to jump to some conclusion.“So what?”“So you actually just press a few buttons now and again.”I thought about that. “I. Sister Humility sat down on her bed, with her robe still gathered up to her neck at the back but covering the whole of her body at the front. For a woman who seemed to enjoy self-abuse she had a curiously child-like face with open blue eyes and a tiny nose. Sister Faith sat behind Sister Humility and tended to the fresh wounds that she had which were lost on a back full of scars from previous beatings which stretched from her neck to the top of her thighs. The scars were at their deepest and.