He smiled to himself knowing things would be different now. She was his totally, and would remain that way until his dying day. As Robert lay back, th... wonderfully satisfaction of sex induced sleep overtook him. She had made him complete.Robert awakened to a dream of a little frightened girl of eight crying, in what looked to be a dark damp basement. She was tied to a chair, her arms and legs bound with towels. He sat up in bed, looking around realizing that he and Jennifer were still at the. “What hasn’t?” Anthony demanded.“The removal of the family from the land that we need. The mercenaries have apparently disappeared,” Stevens told him in a less than calm voice.“Disappeared? What do you mean disappeared ... all of them?” a shocked Anthony asked.“Yes, all of them, and even though their vehicles and other things were still at the motel this morning, they weren’t and I haven’t heard from them today either,” Hawthorn told him.“Also his bank account and his credit card have been. Just the essentials:Breasts,Belly,Cunt or cockWith balls,ButtocksAnd anus.This is the attraction,The obsessionOf the torso,Which makes all else--Eyes, nose, mouth,Face, limbs,Head, brain--Superfluous.The torso is magnificent:It magnifiesBy elimination.Are not the breasts,Belly,Cunt or cockWith balls,ButtocksAnd anusEnough?They arePlenty,Essence and core,Heart and soul.Nipples are holy.Areola haloesSurround like moatsThese tiny towersOf femininityAtop the hillsOf snowy breasts.The smooth, gentle. Sapna kept howling in pain for minutes, as Rahul watched the spectacle on the bathroom floor with amazement, only stopping when Rahul stomped her right breast flat with his foot and told her to shut up. Untying his mother’s neck from the base of the pot, Rahul said, “You are such a stinky and disgusting scat bitch.” Sapna just stared blankly at her son from the shit covered bathroom floor. Grabbing Sapna by her tits, Rahul pulled and threw his mother into the bathtub. Climbing in himself, he.