I was absolutely mortified.He looked at me for a moment, his expression bemused. “Ya think I wanted to know what color under-britches ya had on? Tho...e too, son. Jesus H. Christ!”I’d heard that expression before, but I’d never known what the “H” stood for. Utterly baffled by the whole situation, I tried to focus on that as I lowered my boxers to my knees and straightened up. Horatio, perhaps, like Hubert Humphrey.He was staring at my crotch, at my newly-exposed genitals, which I was mildly. .. words. It was very degrading." But you liked it..."Karin doesn't reply, shifts her position a bit.Mark pulls her head back, taking her hair again in his left hand."But you liked it," he repeats in a stern voice, a fake edge in his voice, looking her in the eyes. Playing with her."Yes... It seems like I did," Karin says in a sheepish, timid voice.Mark lets go of her and winks."And at the time I meant every one of them, too..." You think I'm a slut and all, then?" You bet I do. But you know. "We know, but James was too worried about you to be all that useful last night. You mean a lot to him." Well, he's my life, so we're even there," I said firmly. "But I understand a little girl with black hair misses her mommy. So I should chat later."Tamara giggled. "Go. We just wanted you to know we love you. You and your sisters are why James is the leader we so desperately need."Janice giggled. "No, he's the man his concubines need. But you already knew that. Now, I better get this one to. Mein ne uska hanth pakad ke bistar pe bitha diya.Mein ne darwaja band kiya aaur aa ke uske paas baith gaya.Do peg pine ke baad mein garam ho chuka tha .Mein ne Lajo ki ghungat ko hata diya aaur uske galon ko chumne laga.Woh to ghabra si gayi aaur mujhse door hatne ki koshish kar rahi thi,Use laga use thag diya gaya hai,aaur woh bhi uska apna pati.Woh kuch aaur samajh pati mein uske honton ko chus raha tha.Mera ek hath uske mammo ko saree ke uppar se hi daba rahe the.Use kuch samajh mein nehi aa.