So, I began to gently massage Shweta didi’s calves. From there, I went up slowly.Her legs were really smooth! She had really good-shaped calves too....I was having fun and I think she was having fun too. But we were talking casually.Geeta wasn’t really paying much attention to us and she was talking without looking at us. She was browsing through her social apps.Meanwhile, my hands went up slowly towards Shweta didi’s inner thighs. Man, she was so hot! But Shweta didi didn’t seem to mind. But I. I was handsomely repaid on the backs of the idiot Protestant workers.My commercial ties now stretched from Boston, to Charleston, to Belfast, with subsidiary offices round the world. I was fast becoming not only wealthy, but noticeably wealthy. As such, I attracted too much attention. I began to make it a practice, which I have followed to this day, to hold many investments in other names, and in other countries. This has cost me a few times as some country or another has nationalized some. I lost track of time. Time seem to stop as I was being fucked for hours. I felt my heart beat fast. I sounded like the fast and steady beat of drums ringing through my ear. Ever minute in intensified till it finally burst. I laid there dead in her arms, lifeless. My soul left my body but there will no salvation. With a hand she reaches into the sky and grabbed my soul and slammed it back into my body.“You die when I say die. Your soul belongs to me...now and till enternity” Shira SaidShira. 'I don't know what's come over me,' he said, his voice squeaky and hoarse. This was not the man who tried raping me last night. He was thoroughly domesticated. He tried standing up, but it was difficult with the harness around his waist. I undid the contraption and let the large dick slide out of his ass. As it did, he said 'Hmmmmmm' in a strangely sexy voice. His mannerisms had become effeminate, and he'd lost any trace of the macho swagger he'd carried around just a few hours ago. He stood.