I was sinking in to a morass of self-loathing when there was a gentle knock at the door.Standing on the doorstep was a young woman, who for some reaso... seemed familiar. I was about to ask what she wanted when she said, "Hello Miss Malone, it's WPC Moore. I thought I'd come by and see how you're both doing. Are you feeling a little better?" Seeing her off-duty and out of uniform, I hadn't recognised her even though it was less than twelve hours ago that she'd been sitting here with us. I assured. This incident happened when i went to my sisters place in Hyderabad for summer vacation. Her name is gayatri (name changed), she is a married girl her marriage life was three years and have no children. Her husband is a dull person who never kept her happy and always spent time with his friends. My sister is 5’6 height, white in colour, sizes are 36 26 38 any dick will raise on seeing her. We used to be very free and discuss everything. I went to her home during vacation at that time it was. He looked up. The chandelier above was tinkling, shivering. And in the distance, a steady hammering sound, boom boom boom, rippling through the ground.It was coming from the suite.Working at a hotel, Carson overheard people fucking all the time. But this was different. This was fucking like he’d never imagined, and whatever Mr. Armisen was working with was being thrust hard enough to reverberate down the hall. He followed the sound toward the suite, where it only grew louder. And louder.He. They forced me!" There," he crooned and his large, powerful hand brushed a twist of hair from my shoulder. "Doesn't the truth feel better? Now there is only the matter of your punishment."The coconut was back and bigger if anything. I squinted my eyes open a saw a look of serene benediction on his face. "Punishment?" Oh yes. There are rules in chains and rules in bonds." He shook his wrists and each link in his silver chains rung like a tiny bell. "When rules are broken there must be ....