Anil ka lund tan kar khada ho chukka tha . Fir humne dinner kiya aur mai apne room me sone chala gay aurchacha aur anil guestroom me chale gaye par ku...h der me mane unhe mummy ke room ki taraf jate hue dekha aur unhone room me jakar lock laga diya mane turant keyhole se dekha wo dono apne kapde utar rahe the aue mummy nangi bed par leti hui thi.“yar naresh teri bhabhi to bahut shandar pieace hai” chacha bole”pahle chod to le fir tuje pata chalega “ mummy hasne lagi aur uth kar unhone anil ke. If you can, just read the morning and evening prayers. Start with once a week, if that’s all you can do. Will you at least try?”“What good does prayer do if I don’t believe?” I asked.“Do you think that the power of prayer is yours? Or the Holy Spirit’s?”I smiled, “Good point.”“Remember, we don’t pray to change God’s mind, we pray to change ourselves, and to ask for God’s mercy and grace.”“I suppose it can’t hurt,” I said.“No, it can’t. Whether it can help is, at least in part, up to you.. There was a room beyond the milking area, Helga took me there one morning, like a hospital operating theatre but filthy, two operating tables, their metal frames red with rust where the paint had peeled, Dr Richards waited with the two Asian women and they made me lay down while Dr Richards gave me an injection.I was numb from the waist down, they put a strap around me just below my breasts to hold me and then Dr Richards started cutting, just a small incision, on my belly below my navel, and. I wanted her so badly.Then she gasped and “tripped.” She fell onto her hands and knees, her lantern landing beside her. Its golden glow spilled over her body, painting her flesh. Her curvy rump was waved right at me. A hairless pussy gleaming with her juices. The spicy musk only swelled.“Oh, no,” she gasped, throwing a look over her shoulder. There was no fear or concern, only wanton invitation. Her hips swayed from side to side, wiggling that rump at me. “I fell. Please, please, don't ravish.