Only when he decided he needed his belt to complete his wardrobe did he return and untie her ankles. As soon as the belt was off her neck she sprung t... life and began a fit of coughing. “What the fuck?” she screamed when she was finally able to talk again.“You said you liked it rough,” he reminded her.“That wasn’t rough, that was BDSM,” she spat.“Maybe we should get a whip and a gag,” he surmised.“No need. Just use your goddamn cock already. Please, I really want it,” she whimpered.He checked. "Don't need no fish up there, I reckon." What else are you carrying?" Nothin' 'cep nets," he said pointing to the net pile near the center of the boat."We'll see about that," the official sniffed. "Sergeant! Have a look under those nets!" The two soldiers grunted and groaned as they moved the heavy nets. Antal almost smiled. He made sure to wet those nets every other day or so to keep them smelling like the sea and to keep dry rot out. Nothing says "smuggler" like a boat filled with dry rotted. Shreya told me that she would reach home in 15 minutes. I left the mall after 20 minutes and reached my house. At night her hubby came and Shreya hugged him and had a chit-chat with him.A few months later, Shreya and her husband got a UK opportunity for two years and left for the UK. Before leaving for the UK, Shreya told me that one guy called Sarath will call me to pick up the laptop. Shreya has borrowed a laptop from him.Sarath called me and told me that he would be at my place at 6:00 pm on. He found the power to make his feet move. As he approached he could see that she was perfectly groomed, well shaven. She looked at him with a sultry look in her eyes, she was going to have him, but he was going to be her bitch. She was tired of being the sub-servent one and he was on her territory, she was in charge. A single finger rested lightly on her lips, she licked it lightly and never breaking his eye contact, she took her damp finger and traced it down her body. The trail glimmering.