“We need to get along, David. This endless cold war we’re engaged in isn’t useful,” she said.“Why?” I said.“Why what?” she said.“Why...do we have to get along? You’ve gotten Jenna to almost write me off. I know it’s you. She doesn’t even want to come to my place anymore, that’s obvious,” I said. “You’ve got her brainwashed, you and my asshole ex-brother. The way I see it, you’ve won. Be happy.”“Goddamn it, David, we have not brainwashed or tried to brainwash Jenna. You are right about one thing. He put his fur cape around his shoulders and said to Pit, one of his employees, “Take care of the place. I will be back in a few hours.”Pit simply nodded, but Pit never spoke unless absolutely necessary.He went out the back, past the modern bathroom facilities, and proceeded to the so-called sea wall.This was a tall dike kind of structure, erected by the first colonists that arrived on this, the largest open landmass on Nilfeheim. They did that bone-breaking labor to protect the then small and. Giving herself a few seconds to adjust to its width, she slowly pushed it deeper, her fingers trembling, until a good two third were buried inside her. Then she began to move it in and out, only half an inch at first, but then another image appeared out of nowhere.What if it weren’t her own hands guiding the cucumber, but the girl’s? Waves of heat shot through her pussy, and the new thought drove her even quicker towards the brink. Reflexively she ran her middle finger through her folds to pick. I got a tent in my track pant, looking at her sweaty neck and the 4 dots tattoo on her throat. The traditional tattoo was to ward off evil. But the green ink on her fair skin looked very sensual. She saw my erection and bent her head shyly. I guessed she must be desperate for sex.The next day I was watching the news when she finished her work. She was wearing a simple black kurta and looked much hotter than the news anchor dressed similarly. I commented.Vikas: Yukta, you look more beautiful.