I’ll speak to you soon, lad, I’m sure.”Aran stood too, and embraced Smythe again. “Take care, my friend. Get out safely, and give the girls a ...iss for me. I’ll see them soon.”As the last word left his lips, Aran winked out of existence, and Smythe followed, back to his unconscious body.Smythe’s head lolled, his chin on his chest as he came to, the room coming slowly into focus as his vision corrected itself. He was naked and roped to a chair in some sort of cellar or basement, with stone walls. Lata ko shadi ke 4 saal ke baad bhi koi bachha nahi tha, use tube me kuch problem thi, isiliye jyoti uske saath hamessa doctor visit par jaati thi, ek din mene jyoti apni bivi se pucha kya baat he kai mahino se lata ka treament chal raha he koi progress, usne kaha nahi abhi tak to koi progress nahi he,phir uski hi bate chalti rahi, phir usne kaha bechari bahut pareshan he usse bahut pareshaniya he, mene kaha tumhe uski pareshani share karni chahiye, usne kaha nahi vo kese thik hogi , mene kaha. Pata nahin kis chakki ka atta khati hain ki badi-badi chuchiyaan aur mast gaand ki maalkin ho jati hain chhoti umra mein hi. any way again I am coming to the main story. One fine morning I had been there to fuck my pahle wali choddakkad aunty named “Padarbhotaki”. Chudaai ke dauraan hi padarbhotaki ne mujhe bataya ki uski devrani yaani Sangeeta Aunty is another rand looking for some experienced guy of around thirty years for getting hard fucking. Maine makaan malkin ko us din uski gaand mein. The priest seemed to be enjoying himself. ‘They moved the wheel to my left leg. I died about the time they reached my knee. Just before I died I started laughing. This infuriated both the priest and the lead torturer. ‘The priest knew that I was innocent. I knew that he knew. He knew that I knew that he knew. The torturer didn’t care. He was just doing his job. He was annoyed however that he had not managed to break me. He considered that a failure. He did not like failing. He did not often.