You are talking on the phone one day and she says she saw an ad in the paper for a male strip show at a local club and half jokingly says you guys sho...ld go. You say hell yes, and she says, Really? You convince her it would be fun and she agrees to drive. So u and Anne are at the bar and you have dragged her to the front row. She has had a few drinks and finally starting to relax and have fun, giving dollar bills to the different guys and laughing and having a great time. After the show you. Right on cue the nungungi stepped forward."All have returned."In the past, bands took wives from other bands. They did so with violence, with bloodshed. The Europeans have taught us that this was wrong. Taking with violence is called 'rape' and is punished. One young man took a maiden with violence. There was blood shed: both his and hers. During the next moon I will heal her. The moon will restore her."But what of him?"He shall be avoided. He shall not have a wife. He will come to the next. He didn’t tell me anything. I asked him to come and met me as he was aware that we got married and he was the one who clicked all the pictures of us.The next day, he came to my PG. He informed me that Arshad already got married to someone else 3 months ago! Irfan apologized as he had no guts to tell me about this earlier.Tears started to drop from my eyes when I heard the news. There is no worse feeling than a broken heart. I asked Irfan to leave, closed my door at his face, and cried for. .. Oh Gosh, Jennifer....” She had climbed onto my lap. Thighs straddling mine. Tits at face level. This was getting serious. “First off, in private you will call me mistress.” She was grinding her pussy into my lap. “And you will do as I say without question. In fact, you will be my slave.” I'm not sure if my usual witty repartee would have come back for me at that point, because I didn't have a chance to reply. That's because my face was now between Jennifer's giant tits. Smooshed between.