I shiver but he seems not to notice. Holding them gently, he caresses the surface of each with two fingers and then strokes my nipples until they stan... out hard. I feel a tingle between my thighs. He's the first man to get it right. I press into him. Suddenly he squeezes them hard, real hard, and gives them each a savage twist. I yelp and almost fall to my knees but he lets them go. I feel like crying. Almost. "34C," he says flatly like he's reading it off a sheet. "Almost a D-Cup. Good. “Now look what you’ve done!” Sarosa shouted at Charlie.-------------------------------Asrah was led out of the building she was in, and led into a black coach, almost like a rock band’s tour bus, only with significantly fewer markings on it, and with significantly more armour. As she walked, Asrah looked around. She didn’t recognise this place. Was she still in Russia? What year was it? Certainly the building she’d been in, as well as this vehicle and the guns the men had seemed rather more. They came about because Sissy had always been fascinated by them as a child in Ireland, and she supported a charity specializing in mustang rescue. The blood-red mare looked like she would be at home on the sands of Arabia, and belonged to Sissy. The black was big for a wild horse, and looked to have some draft-horse ancestor. He’d been gelded before we got him, and was as calm as Gracie. When I rode, it was on him. I’d gotten a little better, and it didn’t bother me as much as it used. “oh, yes honey! Ooooooohhh, yeeeaaahh! That’s it, that’s it! Oh god, yes! Fuck me! Oh yes, baby, fuck me! Fuck my choot..! Ooooohh god, fuck your bhabhi’s choot! Fuck your bhabhi…my good!”Meanwhile, right next to us was my dear friend, atop his own bhabhi banging away at her choot even harder than I was. Shekhar was moaning and saying “yeah! Yeah!” over and over while his bhabhi cried out with each powerful thrust of her dewar’s Laura. Shoumita said not a word except this loud, incredible cry.