Threw the gate and up to the door I go w/ soup in hand. I open the front door slowly to avoid the creek sound it makes so I don't wake her up. I ...ome in and I close the door nice and quiet and take my shoes off. I go into the kitchen and lay her soup next to the stove and I make my way for the door. I slip my shoes on and go to open the door when I realize that these are not my shoes. It wouldnt have struck me as unusual except her brothers where 8 and her dad was tiny. I where size. But where would she go? Especially with handcuffs on her? It was a fight or flight delusion. His sheer presence was imposing, dominating. There would be no escaping. Better to feign passivity.His big, heavy hands pawed her body firmly, leaving nothing to chance. The fact that his hands lingered a bit too long on her breasts and buttocks didn’t escape her notice. For some reason her nipples hardened under his touch. Her sneered at her, his eyes filled with lust as her forced her legs open,. I fished it out, "Hello." Tom," said Helen's voice, "Rosa is about to begin." I know," I said, "tell her she looks beautiful for me will you and that I'm really looking forward to this performance." I will," said Helen and across the way she lowered her arm. She spoke to Rosa who smiled and then blew a kiss towards the centre of the pitch, presumably for her watching audience.I gripped the camera and waited for Rosa to begin. One thing that was truly impressive about this beast in my hand was. .” mehtaji ball ko dabate dabate bol rahe the” aaaiiigg plsss aasaaaach karaa mala kup baraa vatay mehtaji.. Asaach daba naa kharach ho tumhi kup chagle ball dabtaaa..haa aasaach chimti pakdaa naa mazaa manukyanaa anii cholaaa asaaachh. Hoo kup bara vatay …”Madhvi bhabhi ekdam pagal hokar badbadaa rahi thi..Idhar mehtaji bhi ekdam garam ho gaye the.. Kuch der ball ko dabate aur pith par der sara kiss smooch karkar ab fir se unhe paltaya aur madhvi bhabhi ki ankho me dekha to unke aankho me ek.