I just needed to hit her in the right place and she opened up for me, nice and wide. I secured the wedge with a strap and began with my work. Torturin... someone is a very intimate act, if that makes any sense. The girl was strong and had a lot of courage, so it wasn?t as easy as with some other people I had worked on before. A courageous woman who knows that she is going to be killed as soon as all information has been extracted from her will put up a hell of a fight and take a lot of pain. Mrs Sharma went to kitchen. Seema went to her room. And I remained alone there. Just to pass the time, I went towards kitchen garden. I was stunned what I saw there.My wife was in bathroom. Mr Sharma was standing near the window of bathroom that opened towards kitchen garden. His penis was in his hand and he was shaking it. I became very angry & confused too. He noticed my presence, but he did not react. He called me with his hands and pointed towards the window. The lights of bathroom were on. Just not here. Anyways, he and I were talking yesterday (yes we are still really close friends) about some of the other stuff he had written here that he was a little sad he never got to finish. I'm not really sure how it happened, but at the end of the talk I ended up saddled with two pieces of work that were his to begin with: Words and Past to Present.You see, after having him write some stuff out for me (I basically blackmailed him, but shhhh!) I started to get a little into writing as. She suddenly turned around and smiled.Priya: what are you waiting for, come fill the bucket for me! Meanwhile, let me do potti (shitting) the closet was just opposite to the water tap. She sat down on the closet with her legs spread I bent down to open the tap. I saw her dark hairy pussy I turned away to the tap. I tried to peek at her pussy from the corner of my eyes. I opened the tap and was about to leave the bathroom when she called me!Priya: Don’t go, i’ll finish any moment and i’ll need.