“Juana, you will need to be groomed, as Annie and Stacy have groomed my body,” Monica told her.“I have never even heard of such a thing, but I w...sh to have my body done as they have done yours. Does it feel good?” she said.“Feel my underarms and my pussy, then tell me if it feels good,” Monica told her.“In front of everyone?”“Yes, we love to feel each other, see?” Monica said, as she reached out and stroked my swelling cock.“Yes, I see. I want to be the same as you are.”Stacy wasted no time;. I’d read that Xanax intensifies dreams in some people. But for me it was the opposite. Xanax not only allowed me to sleep, but it also stopped the dreams. If ever I didn’t take the pills, however, the dreams came back, even more frighteningly...The dreams, the night terrors, always with me spitting bloody teeth from my mouth, crawling on my belly, sometimes through swarms of cockroaches scurrying about the floor. And those men, their sounds, shrieks, shrill voices, their banging, clanking on. Then almost by chance few incidences happened which became pivotal in determining the course of events to come.Amit cousin was getting married so he took a week off work, I was also invited, so I joined them at the weekend for he last bits of wedding ceremonies. I had a lovely time and as Amit was busy with arrangements Deepika looked after me, introducing me to her and Amits family members and guests.After all the ceremonies were done , we all played musical chairs. During which I found myself. “H-how does it feel,” I breathed as I rocked my hips against his.“Amazing,” he half moaned half gasped as I lifted myself up once again. I set a slow steady pace, no longer worried about his family catching us or finding out that we were in here together. I just wanted to show him how much I love him, I wanted to take my time and savor every movement, every sound he made. “Mmm, faster please,” he begged as his grip tightened on my hips, his head falling from my forehead to my shoulder. “Why,.