He cut into the thick branches with easy slices of his buzzing chainsaw, biceps tensed.Her fingers worked open the little hole in her pink cotton pant...es. He lopped off the old branches, which came crashing down with consummate ease, his bulge tightened by the harness. Her fingers worked their easy path through the hole inside her well-worn knickers.He got to work on the main trunk, tight arse straining in his harness pants with the effort of the tree felling. She took a pair of nail scissors. I was getting bored alone at home so I camehere” I said “that’s good darling” she said “go have a shower and come, I willprepare something to eat” I said “ok” and went to have a shower. In the shower,I was thinking about sunitha aunty and her tight big boobs.I went out of theshower, put on my t-shirt and boxers. I went and saw that sunitha aunty was inthe kitchen. I went in to the kitchen and held sunitha aunty’s shoulders frombehind and asked “what do u have for me sunitha darling?” she said. "Why? Why are you doing this to her?" My voice was weak and breaking. Pleading. Pathetic.He turned to me, and I saw a coldness on his face, a hardness in his voice. "Because we can, eddie. Because she belongs to us now." It was a simple, straightforward answer. Very matter of fact. "I wanted you to see this, eddie, I wanted you to have this image of her in your mind as you go on to your next training session. I want you to know what's being done to her; this will be part of you now, and I want. After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the missus were going to commit suicide together yesterday.Strangely enough, however, once she killed herself I started to feel a lot better.So I thought - sod it, I'll soldier on.I woke up this morning at 8 and could sense something was wrong.I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing! I panicked. I didn't know what to do.Then I remembered – the local cafe serve breakfast until 11.30."Jesus Loves.