Now Pooja’s 25th Birthday was approaching. One day I asked Pooja what she wanted as present for this Birthday.Pooja jokingly said that I should give...her something which she won’t forget in her life ever. I didn’t know what should and I give her and I was thinking of all possible presents. Then like a flash something came up in my mind. Pooja had once said that she like to have group sex.I couldn’t make my mind if I should ask her. But with confidence in our friendship I asked her if she would. It would also be somewhat sad to lose touch in a sense with all the friends I’d made at Gevase, though we all promised to keep in touch or at least say ‘hi’ if we ran into another again. I still sent and received the occasional message to those friends I’d made at basic and knew they were doing well, though the gaps between messages were increasing as we gradually drifted apart and concentrated on our careers. Naturally I kept in touch with my family and friends on Vreekoos, mostly via my Mum,. "How did who find Connie? What the hell is this all about? What does it all mean?"I was going to answer but a voice came from outside the room."What in the hell happened here?" My father walked into the room and looked down at the man on the floor before looking at Connie and Anne who were just about finished dressing. Before I could answer he directed his next question to Connie. "Is this one of those bastards who lived in the place we found you?"By this time Michael was by his side.Connie. Everyone knew she belonged to him, she was his precious little doll, dressed in a low cut button up blouse, with a lacey bra peaking out the top, a short skirt that revealed a naked bottom with every bend, sheer black thigh high stockings held up by garters and a pair of heels that added just the right amount of height to her small frame. The look was completed by her hair parted in pigtails, the blonde curls cascading down the sides of her face, resting against her neck, with the telltale sign.