For the past few days the entire focus of Mary’s life had been to please her Mistress, and be rewarded with pleasure in turn. She remembered her pre...ious life, of course; there was nothing wrong with her memory. It was simply that it no longer mattered. She remembered Jeff, her husband; their house, her work and her colleagues, everything, but compared with Mistress, none of those things were truly important. She remembered having felt resentful and angry towards Jeff for abandoning her with. Ab mein bahat dar gaya.Main jhuk ke dono hatho se apna lund cover karne ki koshish kar raha tha.Me: jeet kya kar rahe ho??Jeet:ab sharmana kya hai tarunAmit: haan tarun..Dar mat yaha iss waqt koi nahi aataHum baat hi kar rahe the ki mujhe apni gand pe kuch feel hua.Jai ne apna lund meri gand pe rakh diya tha.Maine uska lund pakda aur peeche ghoom kar smile kiyaMe: thoda ruk jaao babyMaine apna shirt nikaala aur poora nanga ho gaya.Main bench par doggy style mein baith gaya.Aur apni gol chikni. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I whispered, Alluwph. From my chest, a pair of entwined red threads, wrapped so tightly together they were practically one thread. A black chain wrapped about both of the threads, shackled them together. I recognized those red threads. They connected my soul to Marys soul and represented our love. The threads led off to the south, vanishing through the wall. Tears were shining in my eyes. Im coming, Mare, I whispered. Just hold on. I ran back outside. 51, gather. If the re-bar wasn't an accident, she is a target. Given the amount of macho attitudes we've come across — nothing really unusual, of course — I'd have thought they'd be after me. Most of those guys would assume she's just my gofer."Thoughtfully, Helen suggested, "Well, the only place where I've been the bad guy — maybe bitch is more appropriate — is just a bit with Schellen — nailing him to the wall on this contract, which I really think he didn't mind — and with Sauter. Sauter was really.