Let me run my hands over his chest. Oh please. When I was gaping at his awesome build was another sight of perfection kneeling near him -Shivani.Her l...oks made me think, how do I look better than her. She had a completely well worked out body. No extra fat whatsoever. Perfect sized titties and pink nipples. She sat there with hands behind her head. Her body was so smooth even her underarms looked sexy as hell.While I was looking at them, the Master walked towards the closet. There were a. They said something to each other and the smaller one took her boots off, and then her plain beige shirt ... Fuck! no bra, then slid her trousers off and stood up in pink panties only. “Shit!” Exclaimed Trev, “Fucking beautiful eh?” “Yeah brill mate. Little buds for tits, nice and pink and peaked ... in the chill.” We giggled at the delight of seeing such a delicious morsel. There was more. Balancing on one leg, she reached, with her back to us and yanked her panties off and jumped in the. Aur aakhir kal farmhouse me bhosda bnayenga iska matlab kya. Ye sari baate mere dimag me ghar bna rhi thi. Aur tabhi aaisha ne mujhe khando pr hath rakh kar hilaya aur pucha ” kya hua meri jaan kis soch me padi he kitne aawaz diye tujhe.”Me:- “are kuch nhi wo ter mobile pe call aaya tha pta nhi kiska tha aur kuch ajjeb baat kar rha tha. Mene tujhe kitne aawaz diye pr tune suna nhi to mene call utha liya”Aaisha:- “are wo me toilet me thi la dikha kiska he dekhu to zra”Aur ye kehte hue usne. With each passing day without hint of him, without a message of some sort, without some kind of proof, they would eventually silently accept the fact that he might not have escaped the clutches of the tyrants.If he was being kept alive, reason would dictate that they'd somehow manage to know as they usually did and perhaps hope he would still be alive when the uprising began in earnest; which if all had been carefully arranged, was a matter of days.But men had been known to completely vanish.