The room had fallen quiet except for Lucia's sporadic "glucks" and Nelson's misogynistic, obscenity-laced commentary."Christ, Nelson," someone said. "...ive her a break." I ain't heard the bitch say stop," said Nelson."Lucia, are you OK?" Keith asked.Her bound hands made thumbs up signs.Nelson's aggressive face-fucking churned up thick streams of saliva that spilled off Lucia's chin; her nose ran; tears from the reflexive gagging washed away her mascara in dark rivulets. I don't think Lucia,. Akela pan ke karan Asmita samay mere kamare mei hi bitati thi. Ashmita bhaut hi sundaar ladki thi. Hamara pheli chodai ki surwat mai batana chata hu us raat Piataji aur nayee maa ghar pe nahi the aur mei naha kar a naghe apne bistaar pe leta hua tha ki achanka se Ashmita ayee aur mere chardhar me gush gayee aur kahee ki mai aaj raat yahe pe soyege. Ab mei ushe kaise batata ki wait karo ki mei naghe hu. Hu do baat karne lage. Ashmita ek skirt aur top pahni thi. Baat kartekarte us ne mujhe apni. "Part of me would like that very much," I said. "Another part of me thinks that might be a bad idea." Why?" Which part?" I asked."Why does part of you not want to?" Well, history suggests that three women trying to share a man don't get along all that well," I said. "Then there's the part about you being so young. And it needs to be mentioned that any man would have a hard time satisfying three healthy young women." But you want to," she said. "Really, I mean. You're not just saying you do to. Beall. Set and we'll eat." She took off her apron and pushed at her graying hair.Beall and his wife sat at their small table with its thick walnut top, held hands and bowed their heads. Neither was particularly religious, but this mealtime pause was a family tradition which had come with the bride more than twenty years before. Alexander Beall and his wife had never had any children, and their relationship had mellowed over the years to one of friendship, mutual respect and cooperation.When.