I start to moan, sucking desperately on his cock.And then he starts to really push, and I have to come back to reality. The images in my mind disappea... as quickly as they arrived, and I can hear now only what he is actually saying."All the way, baby... all the way down... " and he's pushing. I want it all the way, but I'm not sure I can. "Swallow that dick, come on, more," he urges. I follow instructions, swallowing and sucking. He's right there at that point, and I know he can feel it as well. I asked her to open it and see what was inside. She opened it and took a shiny butt-plug out of it and asked me what that was.Ritvik explained it to her and she hugged me for the gifts. Now she said it was time to get naughty and dirty. She removed her ghagra and was in her bra and panties. I removed my clothes and I was in my underwear.Ritvik got the leftover cake and stripped all his clothes. At this point in time, I knew it was gonna get a lot messier. I took the butt plug and licked it and. Zeala will go nowhere without that pair.”It was decided that Lillian, Mimi, Nathan, and the two African girls, would accompany me to Coimbatore. We set off at dawn the next morning. As I would have to meet the Governor I dressed in European clothing. The clothes I had worn at the temple were bloodied and ripped thanks to my battle with Eloise de La Zouche’s Nubian guards. The suit I now wore was one made in Madras, and although better tailored than the one worn at the temple it was a damned. It was bigger than her apartment. It was huge. She snooped around Devkumar’s personal possessions picking up clothes, photos, and books. Then, she saw it, the diamond cross. It was enormous. It was beautiful. It was dazzling. Afraid to touch it, she had to feel it. She knelt before it and touched it with the tip of her index finger as she blessed herself. ‘Devkumar,’ she whispered. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted to pick it up, hold it, and wear it, if only for just a second. She stopped.