And they two laughed naughtily. These two girls were teasing me like anything. After lunch, they teased me some more and before we realized it was 4:0... clock. Tara and Rasika said, “Hey Bhabhi its time to get dressed up for the evening. Let’s go to your room and get you dressed for another wonderful night with Sanjay bhaiya”. Three of us went to my room. Tara excused herself and came back with two boxes; one full of makeup stuff and other one were packed with red ribbon. I asked her what this. Buried the sun bloated stinking frames of what was once a living person. Held intestines in my hands as the person cried out, scared to die.As the tears flowed from my eyes, I passed it off to the abundant smoke billowing out from the gorged town. Yet, I weeped for all that I've done, all that I've see and all that has happened to me and mine.It wasn't finished either. Surely, we had gained months to sit back and enjoy our spoils. Yet, my Lord would surely press his strategic advantage and. So, Mr. President, you’re probably wondering what the hell happened to you!” I chuckled at The Donald, who was in full demonic form.“No, it’s pretty obvious what happened to me, I think. You stole my fucking soul. Snatched it from me, using Kim here as bait. So what now? I’m a demon? I can expect what to happen to me? Eternal damnation, torment, that kind of thing? Am I still President? Am I dead now?” Trump shifted back and forth between Kim Kardashian and me.“Well, as to whether or not you’re. ‘You’re teasing me.’ There was no recrimination in Daphne’s voice, only the acknowledgement that she knew that Chandrya was using her well-honed talents to manipulate her pleasure zones. ‘Tease harder.’‘No.’‘God damn it Chand!’Chandrya pushed deeper into her sister’s body, probing at the pleasure centres that were as familiar to her as her own. Chandrya was brazen in her touch, she knew the longer they stayed there, increased the risk of discovery. Daphne knew this as well, but still urged her.