There were no family portraits hanging on the walls and no dinner dishes needing to be washed. I was just a woman and he was just a man. In the dim mo...nlight, I made quite the picture. I had unbuttoned my shirt and removed my bra. I had slithered out of my panties. My breasts were exposed, my skirt was hiked up and I had spread my legs wide. He had a good view of all he had made; all that was his, if he'd just reach out and take it. Standing in front of me, he still hadn't said a word. He just. I vomited and he kicked me and hit my breasts. He didn’t care that there was spit on my chest but told me ‘ eh randi, you better suck this well. I know you are not a virgin and you have done this before. Do a good job, bitch. What do u say kutti? Open your mouth and talk, you whore!’ I said ‘ han saheb.’ I took my mouth towards his cock and started licking his cock head, it was throbbing. I put my tongue around the cock head, but then he suddenly pushed it into my mouth. He grabbed my hair and. We decided to just cut the wire and leave the grenade(s) alone. We followed the wire down the hill making sure there were no other trip wires connected to it and tracked it where it went in at the top of the rocks piled in front of the cave, also threaded into a hollow piece of bamboo.We got a hole cleared in the entrance big enough to get inside. We had torches and started looking around. The smell from the dead POWs was overwhelming! But there must have been a crack or an exit above the cave. She really started to notice this in her early teens and it made her quite self-conscious and tried to cover up even more with clothing to avoid attention. For the most part it, it worked. College life did nothing to stem her pot smoking. In fact you could even say she really started depending on it. She avoided alcohol, because of what it did to her Dad so she would smoke when her friends were drinking. Ana never saw her smoking as an addition or a problem, but she would often lose track.