"I think I might have the Samosa dish. They look tasty. A pastry shell stuffed with goodies... sounds like my kind of food. I'm just trying to decide ...hich kind of chutney I'd like to take along with it. What about you, honey?" Ah, I think I might have either the chicken tikka or brown basmati rice with curry beef. Ian has made me both, so I'd like to see whose is better." "Ian seems like a good guy. It seems he's everything this father could want for his beautiful daughter, aside from. It takes lot of Shakes and Noise to wake her up in the morning. This worked to my Advantage. Now, when she used to hold me like this, I tried feeling her breasts with my hands. As, she used to hold me tightly, it was easy for me to feel her breasts with my Chest. I also tried opening Few top buttons of her Nighty and feeling her breathing cleavage with my Hands. I used to Smell her throat and her cleavage. I used to rest my hands on her mounds, but I never squeezed or pinched her breasts. I was. Her eyes were glowing brighter than what they looked like when I had arrived.“I like you Munna,” said Amrita. “You are such a nice guy.”“I am crazy about you,” I reciprocated. “You are just out of this world.”We were now glancing at each other, smiling occasionally before as she stood up, gathered the empty coffee cups and started walking towards the sink. My eyes were now pinned on her swaying butt cheeks. I thought for a while before following her to the kitchen as she deposited the cups in. "I'll have to review your education. We are going to Corrections today to witness execution of sentences."Execution? Generic term for imposing punishment. In HoChaRa the term 'execution' was normally imposing a death penalty. HoChaRa had several different levels of death penalty, mostly cruel and unusual in order to cow HoChaRa subjects. Believe me, I was among the cowed. Fawn didn't elaborate on 'execution' and I used my limited mental discipline to stop speculating on what horrifying events I.