.Next time se bilkul dard nahi hoga…..Aur maine use smooch kiya….Hum dono aise hi smooch karte rahe……maine gitu se kaha ki mere lund chusne ko...��.Woh thoda shy feel kar rahi thi…..Maine bola baby bahut maza aayega….Phir main bed pe niche letgaya aur woh mere lund ko pakadke hilarahi thi….Maine bola gitu chus meri lund ko….Woh mere lund pe kiss kar rahi thi…par pura andar nahi le rahi thi…..Phir maine usko 69 position mein aane bola……ab uski chut mere face pe thi….Mein uski chut ko chatna shuru. But if God does exist, and we guess wrong, we’re damned for eternity. The problem I see with that thinking is that I can’t posit a god that would damn someone to eternity with no hope of redemption, no matter what it is that they did.”“Which is why you object so vehemently to Calvinism,” Kara said.“Exactly. There’s a quote from Pascal that I don’t have memorized. Let me get a book.”I went over to the bookshelf and took down a volume on Pascal’s life and flipped to the proper page, which I had. "Woah!" I protested."It would be much easier," Martha suggested."It's a lovely soft bed," May agreed."You want me to dress like a girl?" I asked."Um, yes, would you mind terribly?" Martha asked."Only shorts when you're not wearing jeans," May said, "Just a touch of lipstick." It would be so much easier," Martha agreed."No way!" I protested."But you said you would do anything!" Martha reminded me."I meant chores!" I explained."Well think of this as a chore," May chuckled, "I'll get my powder. A part of me loved the way theheels altered my posture, forcing my back to arch and my butt to protrude.I came home from work some five days after this stage of my training hadbegun and noticed the cameras immediately. In every room...kitchen,bathroom, toilet. Tiny webcams covered every possible angle throughout theflat. There could be no hiding any more...every action at every secondcould be scrutinised by Him. Placed on the bed was an envelope addressed tomyself."RebekaAs you will have seen,.