Rang gora. Chehara theek thak tha. Baal ghumghrale aur kabhi kabhi choti bana ke rakhti thi. Ya fir kabhi sirf pony tail ki tarah baalo ko rakhti thi....Champa ab unke saath baith ke bas baate karna shuru ki aur woh sab bhi champa ke saath baat karne lage. Woh chaaro ne thodi naughty baate karna chalu ki. Champa ko pata nahi tha ki group mai kis tarah ki baate hoti hai. Toh woh bas sab sun rahi thi. Un chaaro ne champa ko fenni offer kiya. Champa ne unse jab kaha ki woh sharaab nahi peeti toh. I nodded.“Need anything?”I shook my head.“You know where to find me.” She smiled at me and popped back outside, leaving me alone with my unconscious husband. Again.Watching my husband lie there, unresponsive, slowly worsening, was, without a doubt, the worst thing I’d ever experienced. His fever started coming on stronger, taking more of the healing potion to keep at bay, with shorter periods of relief in between. He alternated sweating through his clothes with shivering uncontrollably, his. " Bind our wrists?" I asked."Slut training always starts out in bondage. You have to learn to letthem have total control of you," said Dr Fielding as she joined thesession as an observer. "And Ladies, at no time do we want to hear theword 'NO' unless you are in actual duress, is that clear?"They split up four to each pair of us. Their names were on their shirtsand I saw Ian, Mark, Jesse and James as they began binding our wrists. Irealized that if we really tried we could easily get out of. She’s also never seen a sentence that she can’t end with an exclamation point.”Pam was almost dazed. “Wow! She does leave you feeling a little out of breath.”We all laughed quietly. Reverend Robert’s wife, Jean, came to the door and said, “It’s time.” We went outside to be met by John and Mark.Mark gave me a hug and a light kiss on my cheek. “Sandy, you are a beautiful bride.”John was next and kissed my lips and hugged me saying, “Sandy Mom, you are beautiful. I’m so happy for you and for Dad..