Through her semi transparent gown, I saw her tight nipples, and though I wanted to feel them, I wanted nothing between us. “my Leonie.” I said. �...she was with her eyes closed. “ummmm,” she said. “can I remove your gown” I asked. “why are asking me sir? With this, don’t we belong to each other? Do you have to ask? I am now completely yours and do as you will.” She said, and arched her back, helping me to remove the buttons, and get her hands out of the gown. I had to now jut slide the gown off. ’ Ryan was sitting in the back seat with him, and I’m pretty sure was giving him a detailed account of the torture awaiting him back at the station, and the inevitable rape and subservience once he was sent to prison, likely with many graphic details that lingered on the pain and degradation. Ryan had an active imagination. He also believed that a little mental torture was in order for the worst offenders – wifebeaters were the absolute worst offenders Ryan could think of, likely because of. M baad wo kisi goan me jane laga waha sirf khet or mango ke farm they road pe thode thode duri pe ghar fir jatin ek kachi sadak ki or jane laga or wahi ek juna sa goan me hota he na esa makan tha aaspass koi makan nhi tha jatin ne bike ghar ke pichey le gaya me bhi apni bike ek jagah rakh ke ghar ke pass dekhne lagaFir me dhime dhime ghar ke pass gaya muje dono ki aawaze sunai de rahi thi khidki me darare padi thi me khid ki me se dekhne laga raju or rima dono baate kr rahe they jatin ne. The river appeared to be about half a mile wide but in the middle of the city did not seem very impressive. What was more interesting was that we were just outside of Busch Stadium, the home of the Cardinals, and if we looked north we could see the Gateway Arch.When we got there and I told him this was it; he had the same reaction that I had had when I did my first crossing."That's it?" That's it."I brought the rig up to speed and headed onto Interstate 70; next stop Terre Haute, Indiana. We'd.