I didn't say when I heard the conversations of her praising him to Dad, but it was hugely turning me on. I could tell, she had huge desires for him, a...d that she was excited to submit to his orders. Whenever he banned her from something, or told her to do something, she did it. In essence, if he said "Jump", she said "How high?" She always seemed more excited when she was due to see him, too. I told nobody about the video clip I'd seen. I couldn't even be sure it was her on there, but I was. Like the week the supply sergeant didn’t check the labels on the MREs, and we had the same fucking menu for eight straight days. I’d never look at Spicy Penne Pasta again without feeling nauseous. Hell, the smell would be enough to set me off. Note that I use the word ‘smell’. I reserve ‘aroma’ for food or drink. Spicy Penne Pasta didn’t fit those categories. In my view, it was more under ‘fuel’, or maybe ‘chemical warfare’. Most of our company felt the same; there was the odd weirdo who. It was like dancing except with fighting instead of dance movements. One minute there were four of them and a heartbeat and a half later there was one u*********s and another TWO running, well one was running the other was limping while cradling his crotch as if fearful something might fall off. The leader, the man I now recognized from the bar was cowering on the ground.Her fist was wrapped around his throat forcing him to kneel in the dirt. “Kiss it.” she hissed “kiss it or you won't have a. Sirf papa hai jo raat ko kareeb 9 baje aayege main jaldi se usko nicche uske ghar main le gaya aur doors lock kar diye maine kaha ki aaj main teri chudai karu ga vo mana kar rahi thee maine usse chuma suru kar diya vo garam ho gayi phir maine usse kaha ki mujhe chodne do vo mana karne lagi to main bola theek hai main ja raha hoon to usne mere ko jabardasti bed per gira diya aur mere kapde kholne lagi aur mere ko bilkul nanga kar diya aur apne kapde utterne lagi vo bhi bilkul nangi ho gayi aur.