One ... two..."Amanda's soul was being rent apart. To admit to this man that she wanted it would give him permission to rape her yet she didn't know i... she could go on like this, having an orgasm dangled in front of her like this like a carrot and yet denying it to her. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for that lotion he put between her legs. But now, like this, she didn't know if she could take it."Six ... seven..."The bound blonde nodded her head and garbled something through the ring of. One pair of shoes had potential but they were silver and wouldneed to be re-coloured black. I found some shoe colour under the sinkand did that. I could get away with cheap underwear.I showered and washed my hair. I let her do that. She knew her wayaround hair care, the styling brush and the blow drier. I then tooksome time putting it back up, this time in a simple but sleek Frenchtwist. I also found some nail polish and applied it, being careful toensure that my nails were even, although. For the time being I was staying with my two daughters who had just rented a big new apartment together. An apartment which, luckily for me, just happened to have an extra bedroom. One night, I was up late with my daughters, just fooling around in the living-room, reminiscing. We were sitting on the couch, talking about the good old times. I looked at them and felt proud. They had grown up to be two beautiful young women. Lynn was nineteen, Jenny a year younger. They both worked at a nearby. With me lived my granny, my mom and two younger aunts, my father being the eldest child of my grand parents. My grand-pa and his three sons worked in Lucknow and had a saree business. But we could not afford to be extravagant.Hence, our village accommodation was a one bed-room hut with a kitchen. The room was very big and at least 15 people could easily sleep there. Now comes the story. Though we conversed in the local dialect, for fluency, I will narrate in English. I had a bad habit of bed.