Abb vo mare samne ankhne band kiy hue arram se leti hui thi or mne unke pure baddan ko kiss karte hue apna lund unki chut ke pass le ja kar sata dia a... unhone mera lund pakad kar apni chut mne dalna shuru kar dia mane phale koi jor nahi lagaya vo khud hi sara kam kar rahi thi. Bass mne to unki tight chut ke maje le rha tha. Jab mera lund 2” andar chala gya to maosi ji boli tumhara papu to vakyi bda jor darr he mujhe to andar lete hi maja aa gaya.Mane kha maosi ji abhi ye poora andar tak gya. The transition to Valjean, and then the Bishop went well. Unless you knew it, it was musically hard to tell we cut some music right there.The next transition to the “What Have I Done?” portion was close to seamless.Straight into the “At The End Of The Day” occurred with the poor coming out just in time to sing. The core chorus added their voices making a grand sound of musicality.Again, the transition to the workhouse with the foreman and factory girls was nearly flawless. The microphone cords. It felt altogether more like relief. We're done. It was the shortest text and the sweetest she focused on, blurring out the surrounding abuse. We're done. She sat on the couch in the dark study, almost shivering, though she wasn't remotely cold. The screen of the phone lit up her face. We're done. Finally. It felt like being fired from a job she didn't want or need. Pure relief. She wondered if she should text him back. There was nothing she felt like she needed to say.Life had become something. That made me very happyand warm. She also said she knew I could not stop smoking, as I didn'thave the self control to do so, and I realized she was right. It was justbetter to let Marcia make decisions for me.We stopped and I got my tats and piercings, including a tramp stamp thatsaid "Marcia's fuck Toy" in French. The tongue ring was Marcia'sfavorite, and I would return a few weeks later to get matching tats toall the ones Marcia had, and permanent makeup to make it easier for herto make me.