I then got to thinking of women in general and of Belle in particular and of those big tits. I must, I thought at the time, be getting desperate.None ...he less, I soon began to engorge and my stiff member, slapping against my sweating thighs, began to distract me. I stopped work, lay on my sleeping bag amid the gravel and pumped out a load of semen as I thought of what the woman might look like naked. Then, somewhat calmer, I continued working.The next morning I walked back to Belle's to return. .Dono mujhe dekh muskuraaye aur mann hi mann khush thhe, maine chai ka cup rakkha aur chal di. Upar ke baraamde mein pahunchke maine khidki se jhaanka toh asliyat dekh li. Maa aur babuji ne apne cup rakh diye thhe aur chup chaap maa ke neeche waale kamre ki taraf chal diye thhe. Main seedhiyon se neeche aayi. Maa ke kamre ka darwaaza bund ho chukka thha, main kamre ke peecchhe ki taraf waali khidki ko apna nishaana banaaya aur aangan se hote huey peecchhe chali gayi.Khidki toh khuli hui thhi,. "Her voice softened. "Why not Ms. Moreau? Maxine is rich and can supportyou in style. She's a nicer person than Mr. St. James. If you agree towork for her, I'll call a board vote in the morning, and she and I willoutvote Mr. St. James - even though he's offered to make a, uh, largerdonation if I vote to let him have you."So, Mr. St. James was outbidding Ms. Moreau? But Mrs. Sweet would giveme to Ms. Moreau if I agreed to work for her. Whatever 'work' mightmean. I didn't see much alternative - I. An idea flashed in my mind. What if I marched into Wayne's house with a gun and shot the old man before he tortured anyone? Neighbours might hear the gunshots, the police might arrest me, and I might spend the rest of my life in prison. But if Erika told the police about what she had been through, perhaps they'd let me go.The gun was heavier than it looked. It was a small and shiny black revolver, probably never been fired before. I rested my fingers on the cold metallic barrel. I had seen guns.