Even I started coming back sooner and we used to hang out more closely than before. We never worried about others.Once we had went to PUB in Bangalore...& that was the time when Kruthi had her drinks for first time. She was having vodka. I was having beer. As beer is my favourite. She was bit high. Due to alcohol. The shyness inside her completely vanished. She was bold women now. As she was completely open. The effect of alcohol on both of us was taking us to some other place. We were aroused. After these people were sent home, they seemed changed, appearing more attractive to the human eye. Most males and females who went could not cope with maintaining proper societal distance and happily engaged in non stop sexual relations until the female became pregnant. Then, she would disappear for a number of days, returning as mysteriously as she had left with no baby and no memory as to where she had gone. No one could find out where they went, too unwilling to care as the cycle of endless. "Can I see your identity pass, please," I asked. The girl fished in her bag and pulled out a small clam shell-shaped frame. One side held a daguerreotype image of the girl, the other the intricately printed form that identified her as an accredited member of the event service team. Security for the marriage was understandably tight. Members of the Household Cavalry were in attendance in ceremonial uniform but there were others there too, checking passes and tickets, opening bags, searching. ”“Good girl. I was kind to you this time since you were startled, but next time if you go to try to lock me out when I call to give you directions, I’m going to leave you with cuts on your tits and I’ll hurt you too badly for you to come. No orgasms and a lot of pain, Tuesday. I don’t want that.” He said the last bit with such twisted sincerity that I shivered. “I don’t, little Tuesday. I’d rather torment you some and feel you milk my cock when you cum so hard I have to cover your mouth. You.