What do you think?’‘Are you k**ding? Do I get to knot you? If I am in your cunt first, I might be able to knot and Gongon could take your ass and ...et a really tight fit.’‘You have a nasty mind, my mate. I love it! That would mean you are on your back. Is that okay?’‘We have done that before.’‘Then, one more thing. Landda is concerned about fucking at this stage of pregnancy. Could she kneel above you and you lick her?’‘Done that, too. Her taste is good.’I smile at him and say, “Okay, sorry. Not now! But there would come an opportunity...! For the present, she adored the shackle on her wrist and the metal collar on her neck. She fingered them often.She supposed Seth Burdett had seen it in her eyes, or the jaunty toss of her head as she walked. That evening he took her once more into the trees. In their brief walk to seclusion he allowed her freedom. It did not last. Satisfied with a small clearing, he demanded: "Give me your hands." Quivering with the joy of being alone with him,. Tim was with Samantha and Bobby had disappeared. We found him in the small lounge at the front, unaccountably not interested in cashing in on this windfall of women.The two unclaimed girls made a vain attempt to rouse him before giving up and heading for the downstairs bedroom. Tim took his girl to the back bedroom and Karen and I were alone in my lair, as slightly tipsy men and women have been for centuries. We kissed harder and more passionately now that we were unobserved and her hand slid. ‘Why this sudden interest in what jiju and I did last Holi’ I inquired raising one eyebrow. ‘Don’t you understand your story has both the ingredients first saali (wife’s sister) -jija angle and the festival of Holi. You should also write your story and post it on the net’ Sarit suggested. ‘Hai nahin! Main sharam se mar jauingi (Omigosh no! I will die of shame)’ I replied blushing. ‘There is nothing to be embarrassed about. No one will know who you are’ she replied then sitting up straight in.