Finally I went to the location that I had told them about and waited for them to arrive.When they got to me they were walking together, laughing, and ...hatting away. They seemed to really be enjoying themselves. They said that being together gave them more confidence. Being alone was more scary but being together was actually fun. Well I enjoyed it so I guess they might as well enjoy it too.I took the girls home and told them that I wanted them nude inside the house from now on unless we had. He wasn’t going to give anything away until he absolutely had to. This was a game, too. Another kind of game, less deadly and more fun, but a game nevertheless. “Maybe. First things first. How’s our boy?”Octavia reclined back in her seat and let out a huge sigh.“Honestly? I’m not sure. He seemed alright when he first got up here but...” Her voice trailed off as she looked out the viewport. She paused, taking her time. She wasn’t really certain how to explain things. She wasn’t really sure she. Main peeche ki aur jata hua bistar ke chor se takraya aur peet ke bal bistar par gir pada.Woh mere paas aayi aur apni ek paaw uthakar seedhe meri khuli jangho ke beech de maari. Mere lund se itne kareeb de maari ki ek pal ke liye main sachme darr gaya.Mere ghabraye shakal ko dekh Bharti khilkhila kar hass padi aur boli: Ha-ha-ha! bass itne mein hi darr gaye.Main hath aage badhaya aur uski t-shirt ko pakad apne taraf kheech dala. Woh samne ki or girti hui mere seene par aa giri. Uska chehre. So try not to struggle - you don’t want your husband to think you cut yourself”. That’s when she started crying properly.“You bastard!”, she yelled. The first slap stopped the noise, the second intensified the snivelling. Tears appeared from under the blindfold, along with a little string of snot. I let her bawl for a few minutes before bringing her back to the matter at hand. Taking her hair in my fist, I gently but firmly pulled her head back and encouraged her to rest her face against my.