Fir mujhe boli, “ja aaish kar. Tera kaam ho gya.”Kareeb 12.30 baje Rohit hamare ghar aa gya. Us waqt tak mera baap apne dost ke ghar chala gya tha...jaha uska daaru peene ka program tha. Wahi meri sab saheliya bhi apne apne ghar chali gayi thi aur aab ghar par mein, mera pati, meri maa aur Rohit hi the.Rang wang khel chukne ke baad Rohit aur mere pati nei peene ka program banaya. Bus mein samaj gayi ke mera kaam ban jayega. Wo dono drawing room mei baithe the aur daaru pee rahe the. Rohit nei. Spacious. Spartan.To the right, the dining room. To the left, the soft glow of a huge TV screen outlines a recliner.Will shifts.The bedroom. Janelle is there -- alone. She's sleeping -- an exhausted, dead sleep. She casts only the faintest shadows of subconscious, mere shimmers in Dream. But Will finds them and tugs.He gets only fleeting images.Randall Holden, looking huge and angry, charging across an open field, dipping slightly to deliver a bone-crunching hit that sends a man flying.A train. After cutting the tape away from the cross bar of the bed, we re-taped her wrists behind her back and pulled her over to the chair and bent her over the ottoman. I pulled long strips of tape off of the roll and secured her knees to the feet of the ottoman, spread nice and wide, while her head hung off the other side. She wasn't fighting at all now. Frank sat on the chair in front of Melissa and scooted forward, holding his cock out for her. She started to suck it with no prompting. I ducked my. I had a shower and, about fifteen minutes later, he had arrived. He was in the lobby and was wearing a blue shirt. I nervously walked out of my room, wearing shorts, a T-shirt and sandals, and went to the lobby. There I saw a man, somewhere between 40 and 50 years old, a little on the heavy side, sitting on the couch and wearing a blue shirt. He saw me and smiled. I told him that nobody was sharing my the room and he followed me down the hall. On the way I told him my name was lana. "You're.