You can call me Douglas, or Doug, it's not my real name anyway, nor are any of the names mentioned here real, it's to protect the innocent as well as ...he guilty ... well that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.Anyhoo ... I'm Doug, I live in the Northeast of England, I'm about six foot tall, average build and just hit forty ... pretty hard. I have very short dark brown hair, blue/green eyes and work as a signals engineer on the Northeast's equivalent of the London tube, called the Metro. It's a. I turned my attention to the man tied to the wheel. He was still alive, but barely. I cut him loose and laid him on the ground, face down, and made him as comfortable as possible. Next, I checked on the older woman. She was alive and basically unharmed, except for some scratches scattered about her body, but she had been raped, and the signs were that it had been done several times. I didn't quibble over how many times or how many men. Her, too, I tried to make as comfortable as. Then it was time for putting mangalsutra and sindoor. I lowered my head and Kunal put my mangal sutra on my neck, then he took some sindoor and covered my forehead with his colour of love. At that moment a tear rolled down my cheeks, not because I was sad, it was a tear of joy. The pandit pronounced mu as a couple, and I touched my husband’s feet to take blessings. All the other people (which I like to refer as my new family) ware clicking pictures and all that to make this a memorable moment,. I had to make a call to my agent. I was a full time, high fashion, 5'11" model.I had been on the cover of many high fashion magazines and knew and slept with many rock stars before becoming a Lesbian. All the rock stars I slept with wanted to marry me, because I gave great blow jobs. They loved my long and curvacious body, too!I was off to a great start that day, as I had a great night with my lover Alicia, she went to Paris and then off to Milan, for a photo shoot ..She would not be back for.