My fig was 34-26-38 when I was 15. My height was 5ft 3 inches. Now I am 38-32-40. I was in my bra, panty only. I was about to put my salwar on when he...entered my room and said I am starving for sex and I want you to take care of my urge as your sis is not able to have sex with me. I know you are mature enough to know what the urge is all about. Tell me your decision. I will wait for ur decision. As it’s not possible at home we make it in a hotel. I was amazed at his boldness. He didn’t say any. "What you want is to lash those poles together. Kind of like the way you dressed my wound. That piece there is my arm and that other is my chest and neck. There, that's it. Across and around, just like that."In short order Mary had the two uprights and the cross piece lashed together. She had no idea, however, how to get them to stand up so she could hang the blankets from them. The framework of a wall was tied securely together. She just didn't know what to do now that she had all the poles. And I just purchased you for the night.” Sheila was instantly pissed off, how in the hell could her own husband sell her like a piece of meat to the highest bidder. Was he the highest bidder, or was there another reason that her husband chose to let this man be the one. Scott did not always make sense to her, but she knew him well enough to know that he always had a reason for everything he did or did not do. Sheila became a bit frightened, if Scott was as mad at her as he seemed, what was he. And in the end, I managed to put together what I thought was a pretty good story.I went ahead and published the story on my page. It got a pretty good response from the readers, so I knew I had a hit. I then decided to go ahead and forward the link to Lizzybear to see what she thought.She liked it… a lot!About an hour after I inboxed the story to her, she got back to me. "Nice story" she said. "You got me all wet over here!"Well that was definitely the response I was looking for. I got a little.