All I could do was cry. He had hurt me on a level I didn’t think he could reach and I truly resented ever loving him. I stayed in the corner for a l...ttle while longer until it was dinner time. Dinner was awkward. Everyone could tell that I was upset. He played it off like it was my issue and I couldn’t help but keep my head down and just hurry up and eat so that I could leave the table. As I washed the dishes he came up behind me and hugged me and I tensed up. He whispered that he was sorry. , because all the girls were dressed as ballerinas. No, Stormie was certain she and Mickey were done with child-rearing. But not Cassandra. She was waiting for a fetus she could call her own. Mickey complied and Michaela – Mike – arrived, beautiful and brilliant and probably already horny.Cassandra’s presence grew with her belly, and she was still pregnant with “Mike” when she began filling out the elaborate tattoo over the scars of her captivity – a dark masterpiece of a garden, reaching from. From Kathmandu, we went to pokhra for three days and stayed in a resort there and reached there in late evening and had dinner and went in our room and had sex and slept.In morning at breakfast in coffeehouse of the hotel I saw three Nepali men in early twenty maybe of age 25 to 30.and were having whiskey in morning at odd hour and their look was like we saw villain in movie and were well built and were in jeans and jackets and all were looking at me and I know that my height is bit short. She could feel his own orgasm seeding her womb as she drank from him. Each time she went to pull away, to stop the taking, he groaned and pushed her back into place."I will kill you!" she whispered. "I must stop!" You will kill me if you stop before I am full!" he replied. "Drink!"As she sucked from him, he took her, his big body thrusting up into her, slamming into her core over and over, sliding over the nerves that kept her coming as he rocked into her. She had never been with someone like.