Pleasure writhed through me.Why did I have two sets of memories?I remembered the mounting tension of the week as Steve and I dealt with the threat of ...eth Meyer, making our plans, editing things to be ready for this day. I remembered celebrating his inauguration and then the attack had come. The strange girls fired at City Hall so we fled into the basement room where we'd been trapped.At the same time, I remembered the last week of joy, getting ready for the inauguration, no fear, no idea that. Still in shock from been raped it took a while before Hilary realised she was not been led back to the other slaves. Confused she looked up ahead. What she saw made her almost sick with fear. Waiting for her was every slaver in the camp. Including the one holding it that made eight men in all.And every one of them fixed her with a look of undisguised lust, their bulges evident even through their heavy robes. None had fucked a white woman before and it was obvious that their first taste was. Achanak mari jib lapsine bahar avi gai ane bhosna upar na bhagma avi gai. Jya ek thaliay jevu hatu teni upar mari jibh gol gol fari ane mari ben to jane uchhali padi. Mane pan shararat suzi ne me e thaliyo mara dant thi bachaku bharyu ne jibh thi chatyu tyanj mari ben “kinju hu gaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” kari hanfva mandi ane mari jibh ne las lasta pravahi no anubhav thayo. Joyu to ben ni bhos ekdam chikash vala pravahi thi chhalkai gai hati ane ben hanfi rahi hati. Mane mari bene mara loda ne je. She was tallish with dyed silver hair combed backward with a slight quiff and shaved at the sides. It complemented her ice blue eyes.Marianne thought her quite masculine for a woman who appeared to be around the thirty mark, whereas she herself was a similar height but had long, brown, wavy hair, dark brown eyes, and, although just a tiny bit overweight, dressed quite conservatively in a dress which flared from the waist and an unbuttoned short cardigan.None of that mattered now though because,.