Im sorry but that's not really my problem"Well alright. Fuck it. *Walking back* I'm just saying you know i got photos of you right?And they'll know it...s me? *smiling* Are you trying to blackmail me is that what you're trying to do here?"Having the same tattoo on your arm, your.."My tattoo??? What about m... You knew it was me?! you know what? You're fucking sick. I cannot believe you"Than on the goes. She left. About half an hour she texted me making a deal. "You promise to delete the pictures. Due to her smartness all guys liked to talk with her and used to folk around her during her college days. After marriage and her delivery she put little extra weight but not that much as we see all the ladies nowadays. The extra weight she put gave her a sexy looks. She had a figure any man would like to dream. I also used to admire her beauty which she is aware of.Once during my visit to Bangalore, I met her family in a Mall. They had just purchased a new flat there and invited to visit their. . .? POP! ?during. . .? POP! ?a punishment.? POP! ?You will. . .? POP! ?do. . .? POP! ?as you’re told. . .? POP! ?or next time. . .? POP! ?this. . .? POP! ?will be. . .? POP! ?worse.? POP! Don walked around to the front of Lauren. ?Do you understand me, Lauren?? She took a moment to choke back a sob. ?Yes, sir. I’m sorry.? He nodded and walked back around. whistle. . . POP! whistle. . . POP! . ” Aranel interrupted. “That all sounds just wonderful.” Unfortunately, if sarcasm could stop a wedding, she wouldn’t be standing there right now.“Rimmon, do you have the ring?” Gwydion had given up on using the demonic intonation.The demon produced a ring thick enough to fit around his thumb. For Aranel, it would have to be a wristband. But it was not a wristband. Before she could cross her arms, Rimmon had both her tits squished together in the clamp of a giant hand. And before Aranel could do.