She lay back on the bed, her legs stretched out toward each corner of it, and then her mind went back to last night. What if, she could talk Marilyn i...to hanging her by her feet next time? Stretching her out from both ends, yes. Now wouldn’t that be incredible? Bet it would hurt like hell though, being stretched out by your own weight and all that, still, Marilyn could figure out how to do it, in a safe way. The thought of this brought back the peacefulness of yesterday’s hanging and put her. Love--I do not understand it. It consumes me, abandons me, beckons me,saddens me, disappoints me, arouses me. But, then, a breakthrough: arealization. Love is an idea; it is not real. Nothing we think orfeel--especially feel--is real.Only the moment is real. The now. The incident and the event are real,but only as long as they happen, for memories, also, are unreal.Very well. Let me explain. Perhaps an example will help. My breasts arereal when their weight is in my hands--or yours. They have. Barb began to explain that the duties would involve a level of personal service. Barb spread her legs and pointed to her pussy and told Cheri that if she wanted the raise she should get on her knee's and make her cum. Cheri told me she felt powerless and proceeded to her knee and lowered her head into Barb's cunt.Cheri said that it was intoxicating to eat Bard and she proceeded to make her cum. At this point Barb lifted her head up and asked if she wanted the raise. Cheri said yes Barb kissed. Anyhow, we just managed to run out of the hotel and drove as fast as we could. After driving a few miles and we took some cold drinks to cool ourselves down. I was really angry with Sunny for dressing so revealingly. But she was calm. She said, “koi bat nahi, hum to apani marzi sai eak sath hai, dartai kiyon ho”. She rubbed her hand on my groin to make me feel better and asked me to try out the next hotel on our list.We decided this time, I would go alone to check-in & inform reception that my.