Out of the blue mybladders felt heavy as if some unknown force refilled my kidney with urine likethose bartenders fill Those pitchers with beerautomat...cally when it’s empty in pubs forcing us to drink more and pay more. Whata stupid comparison to state! I finally decided to hold on to all the liquidwaste inside me till I reach home. The cab came and sat, closed his door.Touched the feet of a Ganesha’s idol fixed on his front panel and murmured asilent prayer before turning on the ignition. Nice. Spirited off to some place that it could be sold for big money? Who knew? What would I do if it was lost? There wasn’t another to be had and besides, there was only one that belonged to my father. That made it irreplaceable. I tossed and turned quite frequently that night, trying in vain to get some sleep. Perhaps it was the loss of my boat, or just the uncertainty of what I would do about it tomorrow. Charter a small plane to search for it? And what about Ardele? What would she do? Stay? Move. It was quite true what he had said, for the internal lube really did work wonders and fucking Craig was one of the defining moments of my life: I had never experienced anything like it – it was absolutely heavenly and I just loved it. I finally climaxed with a huge cum shot into the condom and he simultaneously ejaculated his load all over himself, my chest and my belly: he absolutely drenched the pair of us in his cream. I collapsed on top of him with the effort and was about to withdraw when. Things were right at last. The woman had a right to punish her — a right to purge her of the lies that ruled her life — the dishonesties and hypocrisies. The ancient crop rained blows that marked her ass and thighs with red and purple lines. But to her it felt like a rainstorm drowning a thirsty desert after eons of drought."Thank me, whore," Angique panted, exhausted from wielding the crop. It was very easy to comply. "Thank you," she stuttered and her words were rewarded with another downpour.