Paul and Mark watched my discomfort with grins on their faces. I glaredat them fiercely as if it were their fault. In fact it WAS reallyPaul's, wasn...t it?Sitting down I still held the towel to my chest, no longer worried aboutexposing myself on the bottom as it was eclipsed by the heavy table. Itried to move slowly so that my breasts wouldn't move. Nevertheless,Paul was sneaking a look at me out of the corner of his eyes. There wasno doubt I had excited him severely. I wondered whether he. Finally, my time has come. I am 22 years old.The heroine in this story is my distant cousin pratyusha. I knew her since my schooling but we were not very close. After that, she went far away. After 3 years she joined the college in my city ie Kakinada. Then on we became very close. We used to chat for hours. I used to be very formal with her. But that is not the same with her.She is a perfect blend of hot and cuteness. Her voluptuous body used to make me mad. One fine day she asked to teach her. They had bought it after the third time he tried to tie her down. They spent so much time laughing because her hands kept slipping free that he simply got dressed, drove to the nearest store and bought the first bed frame with four posts. Three hours later, she was strapped to the new frame and all laughter had been exchanged for moans of pleasure. Later that night, she tied him down for the first time and he got to see what all the fuss was about.He smiled. After that, they bought a couple. Commander, load up a proper breakfast plate, enough for at least two helpings,” Alex gestured to the remaining food in front of them. “She’s likely hungry and thirsty, so some food would likely go a long way to making her co-operative.”“Sir, I understand we must feed the prisoner, but why what we eat?” Kasumi questioned as she stood, hesitating to carry out her orders.“Simple, Commander. Respect for our enemies is paramount, especially any prisoners. We treat them with dignity, because without.