Uncle ke thighs par aunty apna sar rakh kar baath kar rahi thi,uncle seedha letgaye hue the,thodi der baad aunty seedha hokar ncle ke paas sogayi aur ...hbhi,uncle ne aunty ke aur kareeb aakar unhe kiss kiya,aur auntyne bhi unki haath uncle ke baalome lagake unko apna muh theek tarahse de rahi thi,aur usi tarah aunty unke upar puri tarah se aakar unhe mast kiss dene lagi,thodi hi derme aunty apne haathse uncle ki lundko bahar nikala aur woh use upar niche kar rahi thi,par mujhe toh woh abhi theek. Who else on God’s green earth would say something like BUT Sam? No one. And that was the problem. Anger flooded her, blood went pumping and her cheeks went red hot. She was humiliated, angry, irritated and a possibly . . . a tad bit happy. But that didn’t seem to be the issue at hand. Right now, Sam needed a through ass kicking. ‘SAM!’ Katie yelled and flew out of her room as everything in it became a blur. Katie was such a mass array of emotions, she didn’t know where to start. She didn’t know. Torture is not an oddity in some parts of the world. Institutionalized torture might be. but only because it is not in favor as the worldwide norm these days.Simon was headed back to gather intelligence in El Riola while I was cooling my heels in the waiting room of some Judge. The judge had to sign off on the torture. The structure of government wanted to be sure it wasn't being done just for fun. Well also not because the victim was screwing some officer's wife above his rank, or some such. When the girls did meet, they got along famously like they had been friends for years. We invited her back to my house for cocktails and swimming after work. Although Sara had no bathing suit, she was comfortable going into the pool naked with us. Good sign! During the course of the evening, Bonnie confided in Sara that she was bisexual and that she wanted to make love to woman. Sara relayed the same information to Bonnie and so the stage was set.We went back to the living room and the girls.