Meny us ki t shirt uttari aur neechey phek di. Aur us ke daaney chumeny laga wo meri bhaho me pagalo ki taraha kudney lagi aur mere seeney ko chumney ...agi. Meny t shirt uttar de aur wo mere nipples ko dath se kaatney lagi mere me ek gazab ka josh char gaya tha. Meney apna pant uttaara aur phir us ki skirt.Dono nangey ho kar ek doosrey ko choomeny lagey aur phir hooto ko chooseny lagey. Me mast ho gaya tha aur wo bhi mast ho gayi thi. Pata hi nahi chala kab hu sex me lipt hogey they. Meney us. Her knees were spread wide, almost touching the upright poles. Tina took a length of rope and quickly tied each of her wrists to a upright. Then, she took more rope (nice hemp, Cindy noted) and fixed her knees in position. Finally, each ankle was tied in place as more rope was attached from the ankle cuffs to the corner of the table, keeping her from lifting her feet."Today," continued Tina, "is all about sensation play. Some of those sensations will be quite intense, and for Cindy they will. I cried when they dropped me off at the airport. Security is so tight anymore that it is impossible to actually see anyone off. What kind of a world have we built, we homo sapiens: so many good and wonderful things, but always against a backdrop of guilt and fear, greed and anger, repression and jealousy.I don’t remember the last time I cried before last Friday. Now I think I’ve cried every night since then. My emotions are just out of control. I don’t know what has gotten into me.I’ve waiting. ”I would give you a kiss for old time’s sake, but I’m afraid it just wouldn’t be appropriate. After all…" She stood. "I’m about to be a married woman again.”And that was the last thing he heard.***Porphyria rolled the body up in a rug, then slung it over her broad shoulders. She locked the study door and went to the old stable on the east side. As per her instructions, there was no one in the corridor to see her. The rain had stopped. The coffin lid was unscrewed but not removed. She had.