He was paging through a fat book of English poetry. Her shoulder touched his. Her sweet perfume wafted over him.Nancy moved in on the other side and g...t close, letting the point of one of her big tits punch into his bicep."Ah, ammmm, yes. Well, an interesting period in English literature indeed... Andrew Marvell's poem about his lady's girdle is most unusual, how he wished he could enfold his sweetheart as tightly as her ribbonish decoration." Gee," Chris whispered."Wrote about her girdle,. Oleksandra blushed, but refrained from any comment. What was the point anyway? She flexed her hands which were tied behind her back, looking down at the soldiers, wondering if she should spit on them or curse them out loud.The officer took out a piece of paper and read a short death sentence before pointing at Anastasiia. The soldier standing behind Anastasiia expertly kicked the barrel away.Oleksandra saw Anastasiia's body drop about one meter down, gasping noise escaping from Anastasiia's. I watched him set up the camera before he went and closed the door. He then went to a bench and inspected some items. I looked around the room. It looked like a medieval torture chamber. There was a wooden stocks and a bed with no mattress or springs against one wall. Hanging from another wall was a collection of whips, canes and other items I didn't recognise. There were ropes, straps and cables hanging from the ceiling as well as a large wooden cross.He lowered the cross from the ceiling. He. After 1 hr i saw kannika coming out of my brothers room, usually she wears nighty at home, at that time it was full of wrinkles,out of curiosity i asked,”where were u?” kannika said “i was talking to anna about company and my work.” telling this she went inside her room and closed the door,i had no clue what was happening.After 30 min i checked that kannika was in deep sleep.This gave me a small seed of suspicion but i always had great respect for my bro,that was stopping me from thinking that.