.Suman ni chut bhini bhini hati ane lund nu-n maathu-n pan chikanu-n hatu-n chhata-n y lund ne pesata-n vaar laagi. Maathu-n andar gayun ne me-n Suman...ne puchhyu-n, “Dukhe chhe ?” Eni aankho bandh hati ane ene maara kulha pakadya hata. Bolya vagar ene kulha potani taraf khenchya ane chut sankochi. Me-n dhire dhire s r r r r rr karato lund aakho chut ma-n utari didho. Ena mo-n ma-n thi “Aaaahhhh,,,,,,…” avaj nikali padyo. Me-n fari puchhu-n, “Dukhe chhe ?” Javab ma-n ene chut sankochi ane. The zip-ties around her wrists shifted, clawing at the bloody flesh beneath. It was hard not to scream. Fingers probed gingerly for the string of zip-ties that linked her wrists to the pipe: if she could hold the makeshift handcuffs still then they wouldn't hurt so much.Jordan took a deep breath and sat up. Prickling coarse fabric slid off her ankle, and something thick and heavy shifted her t-shirt before falling free of her shoulder and into her lap. A blanket. He must have put it on her. Then just as she is about to take the glistening tip of his painfully erect member into her mouth Jake is awakened by a loud sob. Somewhat startled by the unexpected noise he quickly sits up trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. As his brain begins to focus the world suddenly comes rushing back to him. He is not rich and does not own a limousine. In fact he being nineteen and still living at home hardly has a penny to his name. As these thoughts hit him they bring other thoughts to the. ”“Where are you?” I asked, my worry rapidly giving way to anger.There was a lull before Julia responded to that one.“Can’t say right now. Just forwarded the email. Sent it to your work by mistake.”“Can’t say? Or don’t want to?” I texted.“Both. I really need time away to sort out my feelings, Curt. Read your damn email.”I just about threw the phone across the room but took a few deep breaths instead. An email alert popped up so I opened it. It was the expected one.“Dearest Curt,” she wrote,.