ANYTHING... if only you'll let me go. I'll go to Art and explain it to him... he'll understand, he's a reasonable man... he'll let you go, let you hav... your marijuana. I won't tell anyone..." she buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "Oh, my God! Please, let me go!"Jim gave her a look of withering contempt as he forced her naked body back to the bed, then down upon it. In a moment he was on his knees, over her defenseless form, his hungry eyes filled with lust, his mouth twisted. We had a good understanding (which was good, till we had to spend 6 months together in a different country).Our flight was on Monday, September 1, 2003, early morning. My husband knew that I would be gone for 6 months, ok he could visit London but still 6 months are 6 months.As the flight was Monday early morning, my husband wanted to fuck me Saturday night. I used pills for birth control to prevent pregnancy at that stage because I had one night stands or open affairs going on. But my husband. Aai:’mag brest pump aaheka?’. sultana:’mazya jawal kuthe aahe aani ithe jawalpas konala lahan mul pan nahiye, mi udya shaharat jaaun aanin’. aai:pan toParyanta kaay?’. sultana:’ekach marg aahe, mi tuza chaticha dudh pite’. aai:’che,kahitarich bolta tumi’.sulatana:’mag kay zala,breast pump pekasha mi tuzya chyatya aalgad chokhun kadhin, tula pan thodi maja yeil, khup divas mi baherunch tuzya chatya baghtey aaj mala tya khulya kasha distat te pahayach’. asa mhanun tine aaicha blouseche hooks. Cien blinked and glanced around. She was here. He knew she was. He stepped into the clearing, thinking she was somewhere in there, and knew he had missed something. The cottage had strange markings on it, and wasn’t any type of cottage he’d ever seen before. There were glass windows in all the window holes. They must be nobility, Cien thought and he continued to look for Regan. ‘Regan?’ He shouted as he examined all the trees and bushes around him. ‘You there, what are you doing?!’ Cien.