Doing a project that big was going to be a monster task.Doing my own garden triptych was almost as daunting now that I’d been ripped to shreds by Bl...nkenship. I picked up the materials I’d need after my morning class on Friday and spent most of the day assembling the pieces at Granddad’s. He had a pretty good shop and was always willing to help me if I needed to build canvas frames or some other odd thing. When he realized what I wanted, he even used a router to cut notches for the hinges and. Divya looked at her and smiled, “Wait, let me take this one off first” she said and winked at him. Mr. Sharma almost started sweating as he looked at her intently ‘she must be joking’ – he thought. But Divya wasn’t, she had taken the game ahead way too much. Slowly she had bent down, pushing her panties off her waist and down through her smooth legs and then off her body. Mr. Sharma stared open mouthed as she lost her panties. She had a very cute ass, and his hands trembled while handing her. .His sister had been an unwilling victim of the white man's crime. Such a dull and unimaginative sexual brutality. How could a man derive pleasure from forcing himself on a female against her will? It was just mechanical stimulation not much different than fucking a watermelon or one of the goats. But those white men were only a****ls anyway, so it was fitting.The hungry sucking sounds continued from below. "Come on master. Give it to me." Slurp... Suck... Suck... "You know what I. Beth looked up at me with surprise and confusion. Elizabeth took a deep breath as if to say something. Before Beth could get it out I slapped her buttocks, once. "Don't you dare say a damn thing to me!" I took the end of Elizabeth's thick shiny ponytail and wrapped my hand around it until it was tight with the scrunchie. I took control of the handcuffs with my free hand. I made Beth to stand and pulled her close. I put my face up to her ear. Elizabeth scent was that of my wife's perfume..