I held her breasts with each hand. I pressed them hard. She had large brown nipples. I squeezed two of them at the same time using my thumb and index ...ingers. She felt some pain. She said, “Aaaahhh…….. Slowly….”I, then, wanted to lick her nipples. I licked them alternately for some time. I kissed her boobs. I sucked them keeping each of her nipples in my mouth in a repeated way. It tasted well in my mouth.Her nipples became wet with my saliva. She pressed my face against her breasts. I was. Mene use 1 bottle di aur bate karne lag gaye. Adhi bottle khatam hote hi usska sir ghumne laga tha. Mene usse pucha kya tumhara pahle koi bf rah chukka hai kya aur wo ye sunte hi has padhi aur boli bf nai bfs bolo. Bt kyu aise kyu puch rahe ho mene kuch nai bola aur kaha k bs aisehi puch raha hu yaar aur wo samne ki tarf bottle rakhne k liye badhi usse sambhla nai jar aha tha aur wo samne hi fisal gai. Fisalnese uska pallu ab niche gir gaya tha aur uske boobs par se meri ankhe hat nai pa rahi. .. this was not 'role-playing' any more. At least not for her."Do you understand?" Janice asked, quietly."Yes." Now, let's try again. Go to the 24 hour grocery store and purchase a dog collar for a large dog."Without saying a word, I got up, got my car keys, and headed out of thehouse.Fortunately, the grocery store is pretty close, and so in about 20minutes I was back, kneeling on the 'beck and call' pillow and holdingthe dog collar.As soon as I was back, Janice gave me her next command."Take. Butthrough it all, through rich strikes and crushing near-misses, the ones who stayed on, year after year, werenot the miners, not the geologists from the big oilcompanies back in the States not the crackpots withtheir homemade Geiger counters, but the merchants —the men who sold them the food, the wolf-skin parkas,the rifles and ammunition, the men who carried them inwith stars in their eyes, and ferried them out, oftenbroke and disgusted. No matter how well or how poorlythe.