He got a prefect look and I could feel that my pussy hole was wide open. He said, “God damn I stretched you out! You’re real loose now, I fucking ...ove it! I told him take a picture of it if you want. He grabbed his phone so quick and started taking pictures of my spread open pussy. I knew all his guy friends were going to see my open pussy and I creamed again! He saw my cream pouring out and he said, “damn slut your creaming again!?” I smiled and said, “Yeah I am!” After taking I don’t know. He'd made a promise. He risked everything if he did. But still... "Torch!"George turned his head away from the 2 x 4 he was supposed to be cutting."What's the matter, Torch?" his short, squat little shit of a supervisor demanded as he waddled toward him. "What the fuck are you doing just standing there?!" Sorry, boss," George said tightly. He hated this man passionately. He was a miserable little shit, with his white shirt and cheap tie and ornamental hard-hat—he was one of those middle-class. Shanti then told me that the dresses I had given her for stitching were ready n asked to collect it tomorrow. Uma then told me that she too was going to Shanti’s home to pick up some of her clothes and so we could go together. I agreed and after some chitchat they left.The next day I was joined by Uma and we went to Shanti’s house. We both were in sarees. I was in a blue saree and a normal blouse, the saree tied well below my navel as always, since I am quite tall but there was something. “I know what it is you wish for. Once, a very long time ago, I thought the same. I have to warn you that there is no escape that way. You will not be allowed to die.”He was holding her half-immersed, effortlessly supporting her weight with one mighty arm. Éowyn attempted to respond, but her ravaged throat was mute, her bruised lips too sore even for whispers.“Drink this. It will help.” He produced a slender ewer filled with a thick, cream-colored liquid. A flood of horrible memories came.