Mamima hese bollen 'aha ki subodh balok re amar,bhaja mach ta ulteokhete jane na'.Ami ki bolbo bujhte parchilam.hotah mamima bollo 'ta ei sob cinemade...he kichu koro toro naki?tomar to gf nei!!tahole ki hath ibhorosa'?ami to ekbare lojjay pore giye chup kore dariye roilam,monesudhu bhabchi mamima jodi maa ke bole dey tahole kharap hobe.emonsomoy mamima amar hath dhore tene amake khate or pase bosiye dilo.Tarpore amar thigh te hath rekhe bollo'ta gorom torom to hote dekhchina ekebare,naki gorom. A movement in the corner of her eye made her turn to see Jeanine wearing only her knickers, and her similarly dressed homme du jour snogging like school k**s on the couch. Jeanine's hand was happily working itself in his shorts while he was busily groping her tits. Hoping the two didn't see her, Rose was just turning to leave the room when the man fully saw her and smiled. Jeanine then saw her, too."Alright, love," he said in a thick East London accent. "I didn't know you were into this, but. She’d blown her chance to escape. Her assailant must have gotten serious about his business with her because she heard the door slam and saw the light disappear. He lifted Rebecca over his shoulder and walked the few steps to the bed and threw her down. She had only a moment to inhale before he pulled her hands toward the headboard and secured them with a piece of fabric. Rebecca began to resist again but it was no use. After what seemed like little effort on his part to control her flailing. You want I should tie you up." I countered. Where? To the bed? To the cat?She indicated the bed-head behind her."Guess we'd better get you looking the part then," I sniggered, tugging her nightdress up over her knees until those sexy little green panties of her were clearly visible. She looked shocked but made no attempt to address the situation either by tugging the silky material back down or by closing up her legs totally. After all if one is wishing to be tied up and brutally raped, there.