Maine unhe pakda aur kiss karne laga ab wo mera saath dene lagi aur jor jor ke kiss karne lagi aur mere hooth kaatne lagi ab maine unhe apni god mein ...thaya aur bistar par faika aur unki nighty unke sir ke upar se utari ,ab kavita massi mere samne bilkul nangi thi aur bhooki sherni ki tarah dekhRahi thi wo apni chut mein continuous ungli daal rahi thi maine unka haath hata kar apne lund pe rakha or wo mere land ko sehlane lagi or turant hi mujhe kicha or mera lund apni chut pe ragadne lagi ab. Maybe it was the sensation of Rae's hands on my skin, creeping everhigher up my legs towards my thighs. Or the psychological effect of beingliterally stripped bare over and over again. Or the sensation of the hotwax suddenly cooling and hardening on my skin. Or maybe it was thefeeling of being utterly powerless to stop Rae from carrying out thetreatment that I neither asked for nor wanted. I don't know.All I do know is that I liked it. And with that came another problem.My cock, which had. They’re not responding to laser pings or radio coms.” The woman who was speaking sounded steely and confident – the picture of a fascist officer. “Lieutenant Admiral Langston is asking for permission to open fire.”“The king and queen of Venus are on that ship,” Bosch said, frowning. “They need to surrender ... have you sent the image of their son? And said that his life is forfeit unless they surrender?”“Yes, sir. The lighthugger is still on an attack vector.”“It can’t be on an attack vector.. "Jayce paused for a moment. He sometimes forgot that she needed morethan her aging son and an adopted boy from the streets by her side.She was more than human; she was a young woman and would probablyyoung forever. She was right, it wasn't fair to put her in that bodyand then stick her in a hole in the ground. Hell, for that matter,they might as well have sealed her up in a casket and buried heralive. "I love you mother, but I'm convinced you're not asconservative as you say you.