But I observed a bit of frustration and mood swings. Some days she used to be very sad and upset. I used to console her and try to cheer her up. One d...y she was very sad for some reason. I asked her if everything is ok. She told me that Madan is going to stay in India for one more month. I told her that he will come back as soon as possible and took her to a pub just to cheer her up.She generally drinks beer or wine. For some reason, she had about 10 shots of vodka and was completely out of. Just a little." She shuffled her bare feet a little to the side."Why did you do that at the table? Did you want me to look at it?" Yes." Look at what?" My pussy." No," I said, grasping her hair and gently tugging her head back. "When you open your legs like that, it's not a pussy anymore, is it?" No." What is it?" A cunt." That's right. You wanted to show it to me, didn't you? You wanted to show it to your son, didn't you?" Yes. I wanted to show it to you, to show my cunt to my son. I can't. " Joanne continued. "They've had terrible storms up there and their radio equipment seems to have been damaged. I'll go straight up and see for myself."As soon as her distressed visitor had gone Joanne asked for the reports from the Amazon camp. She read the terrible catalogue of Fran and Frieda's increasingly severe floggings with mounting horror and disbelief. The bit about their being caught making love in front of a bevy of schoolchildren made her smile. Those two hadn't changed and they. I want you to fuck what you own. It's yours...use it please!” I drug out the last word with urgency in my voice. I was desperate for relief but new I couldn't say it. I was lost in the sensation of his touch against my breast his fingers trailing down the side of my chest and up to my collarbone. He leaned down to bite on my neck and I hadn't realized he had positioned himself back between my legs. He knelt back on his knees and took my thighs in his hands. Slowly and gingerly he pushed them.