She looked at zaheer & said,”jo shart aap kahe,mai apka koi bhi kehna manne tayyar hoon lekin mujhe resticate mat karo.zaheer pooja ka face halke se...caress karte bolta hai,”imtiaz tu bol kya karu?isko rusticate karna hi hoga na?” imtiyaz puts his hands under pooja’arms & making her stand caressing her waist says, “sir mai isko batau ki yeh kya kar sakti hai hamare liye jisse aap isse rusticate nahi karange?” zaheer nods his head so imtiyaz turns pooja to him & putting his hands on her boobs. The place of the dead held me captive for so long, I wasn't sure if this time it was permanent. If so than this was eternity.The dark, silent, nothingness had held me like a prisoner for so long that my mind became unsure if I even existed, or if I'd ever existed. The questions rush in when the universe is so black that not even silence can make its way in. Those questions hounded me like a deranged madman, seeking my swiftly dissolving sanity in its wake.In the quickening emptiness I. David picked us up from the Salon. You could see he was impressed and he gave me a long smile, I sneered back at him but didn’t want him to think I was bothered so I gave a girly flounce and jumped into the back of the car. We drove a short distance to a large house. “This is where the barbeque is girls” David said cheerily. Jasmine asked who’s party it was and David let us know it was the grey haired guy from the other night in the restaurant, and his sons! The boys I would probably be in a. I really was in heaven!I had to lift her right arm to get to her armpit, and her beautiful breasts were right under my nose. When I had finished her belly, thighs and legs she smiled down to me."There is no way to avoid it, dear. You shall have to wash my pussy too. But this washrag is a bit too rough. Can you use your hands?"If I could have disappeared down the drain I should have done it - but like she had said, there was no way out. With a lot of soap on my right hand I found my way in.