.. no sound is returned to me. Instead I feel a blindfold being tied tightly around my eyes... my hands instinctively go up to my face feeling the sil...y texture of the cloth over my eyes. Your voice finally breaks the stillness... "Did I tell you you could move?" I shiver courses through me. "No, Sir" ...and with that one sentence, I realize that this is a "no-nonsense" side of him that I haven't experienced. "Don't move, and don't speak, unless I tell you that you can. Understood?," he says.. As narrated by Uncle:Mom: Why you have lied to him (me), I know there is no such medicine which can do miracle.Uncle: Are you sure there is no such medicine!Mom: Yes I am !Uncle: So can I think that..you respect my love?Mom: NOUncle: Oh! Come. On jyoti…one day u will kill meMom: What’s the hell u want from me??Uncle: Your loveMom: If you were the bachelor, and I was the maid. I will definitely say yes. But we both r married and have families so this will not suit us in this age. Look I m not a. But to no availed, all she could do was cry as they rammed even larger cacti into her cunt and mouth and resumed her flogging...to the more sensitive half of her body. Her tears would make you think she would die of dehydration soon. They continued the torture for even longer than the first...her only response being helpless crying and struggling. They only felt horny at the site of her extreme suffering. At nightfall, they set off to their home base. They left all the cacti dug deep into. "Be careful what you wish for, it isn't always as you imagine! Far too often the mind is better then reality." Playfully I grabbed her chin as well, and I said, "Sometimes you have to take risks."Her hand shift on my face and I found two of her fingers in my mouth. My tongue automatically started to wrap around them like a serpent, hugging and teasing her fingers and nails with my tongue. "And are you taking a risk? Or am I?" she asked.With her fingers in my mouth, I couldn't answer, my eyes.