He said i am a chut ka pujari (pussy worshipper) so i don’t want to tear your chunni (clit) you saali kutti (bloody bitch).She said you maderchod (m...ther fucker) you called me bitch. He said yes teri maa ki chut (your mother’s pussy) i will call you as i like teri maa ka bhosda (your mother’s breast). She said oh ansh i like your cock in my pussy and your abusing words pls don’t stop.Ansh continued abusing and ramming her hard and both cummed and finished their first sex And they never thought. And ... I want to have sex with a dog!”We cut to a shot of Frances standing infront of a particularly large display of old pottery, with Dennis opposite her and Romeo standing midway between them, leaning forward with the leash pulling his collar back.“So ... Tell us a little bit about yourself...” Asks Dennis.“Well ... What’s to tell?” Begins Frances. “I’m 35 ... I work here, at the Burslem Pottery Museum, part-time, as a guide ... Anything you want to know about pottery, or The Potteries, I’m. His face was lit up as he cleared the plates away, and I leanedback, utterly sated. Then, things went wrong. He brought in a huge bowl,fresh from the freezer, and announced he'd made me a treat, home-madeice cream. Who actually makes ice-cream anymore? Well, needless to say,I could only manage a couple of bites before I was stuffed, and had toturn the rest away. He was so upset, he actually pouted, but didn't sayanything, just packed everything away, and came back to watch some TVwith me.. Despite some resistance on my part, Jenny became as a much a project as finding a farm. Just trying to get her to smile was the first part.I whispered a few words with her every day at dinner. Telling her about the wonders of Hawaii and China – not the girls, of course, but the strange birds and beautiful flowers. Descriptions of the vast, crowded, Asian cities made her shake and pale.She was wary, guarded. But eventually she finally even began to initiate our brief conversations.We had a.