Ki maal lag rhi thi mera to dekhte hi bura haal ho gya tha mere underwear m lund active ho gya tha lekin public place m aisa kuch kar bhi nahi sakta t...a to mann maar kar reh gaya humne ek dusre ko hug kiya and thodi der wahi baithe raheFir humne bhuddha garden jaane ki sochi or jo log delhi se belong karte hai unhe ye pata hi hoga park famous hai couples k liye hum whan gye or thodi idahar udhar ki baat ki dheere dheere hum ek dusre k pass aaye uski saanse main mehsus kr pa rhe tha maine apne. He stood back and studied her closely, the bruises across her breasts still a brilliant violet colour, fresh from the leather belt that had kissed her skin two nights previously. He lifted one full breast in His hand, feeling the warmth of her skin. Fondling lovingly the nipple as He examined the cut beneath her rosy bud. Letting His thumb graze over the blemish in her skin. "still hurt little one" His voice surprisingly gentle. His mind casting back to the sharp knife that had held her breast. Emily and Jessica were standing there. Jessica was wearing a black ao-dai. A garment reserved for Mother’s Council members. This was a serious violation of custom. But not nearly on the same level as Emily. She was dressed in a spotless white kimono. This was a double insult. The kimono being reserved for the Grandmother. But also, the wearing of a white garment signifying grief and mourning.Both came into the chamber and walked to the table to the left, facing the President. Emily was walking. Finally on Saturday evening, the day before the big game, things changed a bit. Tonight there twelve men, but also twelve women, all I guessed were their wives, girlfriends, or hired dates. In any event, there were twelve couple and I, dressed in a very lovely evening gown, in attendance.As the evening progressed, I began to wonder if this was indeed just a simple dinner party, and not a sexual orgy. That thought quickly left as it was announced that I now could be used as anyone seen fit. As.