They have made me into what I am.”The Deacon nodded in sympathy. However Beck had to justify his actions made no difference to him. The result was o...edient little slaves and there was always a market for the ‘purified’ souls he sold. As far as Beck knew, they were treated and returned to their homes. Whatever. The preacher left that up to the camp board.“We have another problem,” Deacon said. “The aborted rescue of the child at the fair may have resulted in identifying our messenger. We needn’t. She was one hot red-haired BBW with a bunch of ink. Long red hair in pig tails, great big tits and an ass to match. By the end of her first song she was completely naked except for some sexy black 8" heals. Nobody was tipping that day except for me, so I jumped at the chance for a closer look. I settled in at the stage and watched her spin on the pole; this bitch was getting me hot and hard. When she climbed off the pole at the end of her second song she crawled across the floor to me and said. Mithu jee triumphantly shouted, " I have found the problem." There is some obstruction. Let me remove it. Bhabhi, it may be painful, initially, but please bear the pain. You will be completely cured." In the meantime he was carefully massaging my clitoris which was giving me such immense pleasure that I cannot explain in words. He pressed his finger hard when something ruptured inside me and thereafter, it moved smoothly deep inside my slippery cunt. It seemed as if I am torn apart.. I would have recognized her handwriting anywhere. The old sensation rose in my throat, the same that comes whenever I think of her. I read it and never have before, though it was addressed to me. She signed it, "with love."There were photographs of us. Polaroid. Developed. Digital prints. One at Lake Michigan. Another in Calgary. Places I could recognize only from the tourist signs in the background. There were pictures of family reunions dotted with unrecognizable faces. Romantic sunsets. One.