At this point Billy Jo was also apologizing to her saying "I'm sorry sis, I'm so sorry".Robin said, "Don't worry about it sis, your mind just did what...all of our bodies are telling us to do. We are all struggling with it. Part of our training says that you should do anything to stop the ritual from being performed on you. I know you know it does not apply at this point, but training is a hard thing to fight. So just relax, now. Take what you need and it will be over soon".Once we secured her, I. When I put my hand on top of his in an attempt to make my words sound more heartfelt or meaningful, I lost my train of thought when I noticed how big his fingers and hands were, though perfectly proportioned to his wrist and arms. Thank god he was young and lived in Europe, because any American with this build would either be in pro sports or on their way to obesity. Now big hands aren’t always an indicator of a big dick, but it’s a usual suspect. I then looked at his nose with my curious eye. She leaned down and looked at my navel closely. I just stood there holding my breath. “This does not suit you”, she said and dropped it back in the box.Then she took another one and placed it again on my stomach. “Now this is beautiful”, she said, looking up at me and smiling. I smiled back at her. Her hands were slowly brushing my navel and this time I was not mistaken. Purposefully she was brushing the back of her hand against my belly. “We have to wear this over the sari”, she said and kept. You see my birthday fell on Halloween which as mom put it, could be more of a holiday party then a birthday party. And to make it more interesting all the people could wear costumes.Still unsure of being able to actually ask people, mom suggested she'd make up some invitations and all I would have to do is hand them out. Even that seemed very difficult, but I agreed feeling that would at least get mom off this subject. Besides she would still need to make up these invitations, so I still had.