Guess I'll need to teach you to respect the superior race."Proving her fingers are a lot more nimble than he thought, his eyes roll back into his head...with a groan in some pain mixed with pleasure, feeling that long thin filter slid up his urethra. Her other hand still holds his head against the door. With the filter in his semi erected cock, she begins to stroke him."Swallow."He finally obeys, feeling the marble slip down his throat easily. Her fingers slowly follow its path, caressing his. The uniform itself was tattered and ripped. But what Jonathan couldn’t stop looking at was her eyes. Her eyes were wide and terrified and spoke of a nameless fear. She took a few steps toward the silent crowd and opened her mouth to say something before being pushed to the ground with a groan. A man stood hunched and bent behind where she had been a moment before. The man looked sick. His hair was falling out, and his skin appeared cracked and discolored. His eyes were the worst part of his. I very rarely drink. And I don’t party much. It was just a fun night there in Delhi. The other functions were tiring, and I was just trying to relax.Mona: I was surprised you still managed to keep your emotions in check. When I first sensed your stiffness brushing against my butt, I thought you had sent that prick away only to replace his toy with yours. Hahaha. Come on, Ayan. You know you would have enjoyed that – Atul did!Ayan: Can’t blame him. You sure looked super sexy that night.. .. what am I going to do? Is that still possible?”“It is possible. Make a start with the family, and we’ll see. If you really change, and try your best to make what amends you can, I think you might make a good mother, setting a good example for a child.”Deb seemed to approve of the tack I was taking with Jane. I was glad at least that she was feeling better.I said to Deb, “Why don’t you go out and let people know what’s happened here?” She nodded, stood, and left the room.“What do you remember.