Me: or phir mujhse control nahi hua or maine bhabhi ko jor se gale laga liya. Or phir smooch karne laga or unke boobs ko unke kurte ke upar se hi feel...karne laga. Bhabhi ne andar bra nahi pehni thi.Kareeb 10 min tak smooch karne ke baad maine bhabhi ka kurta utar diya or ab unke boobs ko jor jor se suck karne laga or unke pink nipples ko katne bhi laga. Bhabhi dard se aah.. Aa.. Aaaa…. Karne lagi lekin main ruka nahi or unki choot main bhi haath dalne laga bhabhi bilkul gili ho chuki thi. He fixed each of them in turn to a chain, which he then threaded through rings in the ceiling. He pulled on the chains, stretching my arms up and out so tightly, that the balls of my feet only just touched the floor. My body weight was part hanging from the chains. I could just about get one foot flat on the floor at a time but the other one would be almost completely off it, if I did. One leg was the most I had to support me.My mind was racing, confused, scared, worried. What on earth had I. As if through a looking-glass, he could make out her form on the third level balcony. She raiseda hand and waggled her fingers in greeting. He bowed a second time, inher direction, as the house rose in a standing ovation.Backstage, coat off, collar open, the ends of his tie hanging down hischest, Thomas was receiving the congratulations of the musicians whenthe red-haired woman approached him."I hope you don't find me too forward, sir," she said breathlessly.Coyly she dipped her head, a red. " Charis! Ahlenya! You're both supposed to be out on patrol!" We got back early." Ahlenya snuggled close beside him where he sat."And I'm glad we did," Charis added, sitting even closer by his other side. "Now that we know how you feel, we won't always have to be worrying about which one of us you like the best." But... ," he protested, uncomfortably aware of the broad grins of the others around the campfire. "I just got through saying that I wasn't ready to decide anything yet." We heard what.