They brusted into the room, while group B even did not released me, they had argument among themselves,they just snatched my body from the other group... and thrown my limp body in drawing room, where made all arrangements for my torture. I saw it with my closing eyes covered with tears, I saw a wooden cross in the middle of the room, may be they will fix me there. I saw guys fighting with each other, actually group B was not yet done with me, but I was too late night, and group c guys were more,. The covers were up across her body and only her neck and face were visible. The first thing that I noticed was the smell of sex replaced the earlier smell of perfume. The second thing that I noticed was how incredibly sexy and beautiful she looked, and I could only see her face. Her dark, seductive eyes exuded a sexy, excited, satiated woman and her lips were painted a bright red, although slightly smeared from an evening of passion. Her hair was disheveled yet sexy as well. She continued to. “Let me go!”“Nope.”“This is uncomfortable; it’s hurting my neck.” Whoosh — the pillowswhere pulled out from under her head.“Anything else?” he asked, tossing the pillows on the floor with thecomforter.She pulled her ‘pouty face’ trying to get some sympathy, but he justlaughed quietly and knelt down beside the bed.“Look up, Trisha…” he said in a very soft voice.She didn’t want to but couldn’t. "The best part is that it's all so natural. He even carried off themilksop wedding outfit we had insisted he wear as the flower boy -although the silk knickers and camisole did seem to create somepredictably pronounced points both whilst we dressed him and thenperiodically during the wedding. "They all are so very alike, really!" His outfit was the perfect start for his new life. It began with babyblue patent leather maryjanes with two-inch heels and white silk kneehose with blue bows. A white.