I don’t say I wouldn’t have liked to go further with Clara, but somehow what we had was enough. Since Alison was home, Clara didn’t visit Jessic... over the weekend. First thing in the morning we took a brisk walk along the flood defences and finished up at the cafe for breakfast. I then got stuck in to my work. I think Clara visited Jenni and read to Davey, but was back to make sandwiches for lunch, bringing another invitation for supper. Jenni cooked us fish that had been in the sea only a few. Her face twisted from the concentration. She hooked the other end of the string around the top of the bow, keeping it bent.She had a quarrel belted around her waist and hurried up to the back of the boat. She climbed up on the stern deck where Bethie and her daughter Overia manned the large wheel. They gripped the pegs on it. Kyaza reached the back only to duck at once.An arrow shot through where she had been and hit the deck.“Who fired that!” she cried as I moved up on the stern deck. “Get. C on thi thandi lag rahi thi me Tarun k lun pe meri Gand raki aur raj mere upar meri choot m Lund daal kar so Gaye subha jab m uthi to raj ka lun tight tha aur Tarun ka Lund meri Gand k bahar thaMene sab ko uthaya aur sab tayar ho rahe thy….3 mahine bad Tarun ki shaddi mere chacha ki ladki se hui Priya ek dum gori aur jawan ladki thi jab wo pehli bar Ghar m aayi to sab ne usko bohat pyar se rakha aur wo bhi sab se Ghul mil gayi thi suhagraat k din wo bohat Sharma rahi thi mene Tarun se saaf keh. I can hear her command throbbing insistently within my blank mind; the single word this pretty little pavlovian bitch has come to cherish, has learnt to obey, has placed above everything else. My poor, helpless, manipulated body spasming in uncontrollable obedience to her constant demands that her little pet be an absolute pleasure unto her. How I ache. How I ache to be such perfection, as the pulsations in my palpitating pussy explode forth across my shivering frame, as my knees rub.