The heavily-muscled black man with the strange tattoos on his face and neck was called Haru or at least that is what it sounded like when he pointed t... his chest. She gave him her name and he got it right away because it sounded familiar to him for some reason. He had a hard time with "Charity" because he wasn't able to get his tongue around the "Ch" sound. Charity spent some time working with him on this going to the extent of molding his lips with her fingers to get him to form the correct. ”“We’ll be there. Bye.”“Bye.”The squad car started and pulled out while I went to the SUV and drove downtown, arriving after them. I parked and fed the meter before walking into the front door and went to the main desk.“Hello, the police just brought my wife in. I don’t know what to do from here.” I said the officer who looked less than enthusiastic.“Her name?”“Erin O’Dell.” I answered as the officer typed on his keyboard.“I don’t show any reference to that name. She may not be in the system. Instead I ran straight for the ocean. I jumped in and tried not to lose the suit in the waves as I held it. I stayed in for as long as I had the nerve, washing myself and the suit, than I got out and ran back to my blanket.When I was safely back between the dunes and the rocks I got on my knees and had another brilliant idea. I rolled in the sand until my body was totally covered. This made me feel like such a whore, to be on a public beach wearing nothing but sand. I stood up and took my towel. Deepti again didn’t hesitate, she just stepped back and let her nipples pull on the string. To her surprise Anand had made the next 2 knots so loose that when she pulled on the first one, two weights fell to each breast. She jumped when they hit her now swollen nipples causing the weights to bounce even more.Look John, she likes it so much she’s jumping around to increase the pain. What a little pain slut you have here. She’s even better than you said.Deepti now had tears running down her.