The police swiftly arrested him and sent him to jail. We could now fulfill part 7 of the plan, living out our lives in peace. We went home that mornin... in triumph. We grabbed a few beers and sat around talking watching the sunrise. Well, I did anyways. My father passed out before me. We enjoyed the rest of the weekend we had and waited for my mother to come back home. We never told her what happened, and had no plans to do so whatsoever. My father and I attended Artie’s sentencing, luckily I. Hum ne thora wait kya q k mere friend ko bot zarore kam thaa.thoree der wait karne k bad mere dost ke mame aagai or may bee unhe mami hee keh kar pukarta thaa. Us ke mamee bot hee sexy thee or mare niyat pehle hee se us par thee koi be mami jann ko dekhta to wo us par fida ho jata wo thee hee esee us ka figur bot hee mast hai. Us k boobs(mamee) ka size 38 k gol or nipl to kya gulabe hain may ne ye bat notice ke thee wo kahi se bee guzarte us ko har koi dekhta q k jub wo chalte thee to logo k. We had been off the road for some time when I stopped us as I could feel that there was somebody keeping eye on us and we were close to the encampment. I counted to ten in my head before continuing so that the guard knew that everything was okay. Then there was just a short ride past the spruces until we could see the camp and the ponies. Then it was the moment of truth.It took Birgit a moment to figure things out and I was clearly able to see the surprise on her face when she gasped.“Praised. I focused on the knots and the way the ties were applied, but I also took several full-length photos of her. She WAS gorgeous, after all. Her red hair, stunning D-cup breasts, statuesque legs and round ass begged to be immortalized.I put down my phone and decided that I couldn’t put it off any longer. “What’s your name?” I asked her sharply. I asked in part to figure out how much the rope was digging into her throat, but also because she’d get this question wrong. It was a way to.