Sort of privileged to be chosen?" You put it rather well, old girl!" Mark admitted wryly. "Not fair to expect you to digest out fantasy all at one sit...ing ... hence the handcuffs. There’s one thing I want to avoid in speaking of the fantasy and that’s to be flippant. We British ... you’re American, aren’t you! We British tend to use flippancy to get us over the hurdles. But it’s not appropriate in this. Honestly it isn’t."It was hard to be angry with him. Dorinda listened quietly. Tension. We sat in uncomfortable silence. RJ in his hospital bed, physically unable to speak, the rest of us in chairs drawn up around him, too emotionally drained to offer much in the way of conversation. Tears trickled down slowly from his blackened eyes. They flowed openly from our own. Nurses came and went, checking on catheters and IVs, monitoring vitals, and adjusting the flow of morphine into his beaten young body. I stayed with him as Matt and Julie went to the hospital cafeteria. By the time. I; amma heloke marthode, ninne rati yako thumba moodnalidrukanamma, thumbadinada aasena teerisbitru.A; yenu aase thumbadinadu, dina dengo thara denglilva.I; illamma modlu baihaki nan tullu agalisi nekki nekki rasa barsi amele dengidru, avara thunne kooda yako swalpa jasthine nigrithu, nanganthu sakathagithamma, beligenu kushiyalli avara thunnege bayalle cheepi ganji barsi muthu kottu kalisde , eegalu avara baihakid nenskondre tullu jum jum anthide nange.A; oh haaga vishaya, aliyandru ratriyella. He was snoozing there on his back. When she said "Hi Dave" he threw the covers off, sat up and said "Where's Susan?" That's his wife. The way Dave was looking around Julie knew to back her ass down out of his bedroom and sit on the couch in the livingroom.She said she wondered what to do next. Dave came down the stairs in his jeans and a T-shirt, stood across the room looking at her as he fisted his cock. She got up off the couch, crossed the room, and laid a big smooch on him. Then she tells.