Naangal iruvarum nerungiya nanbargalaag aagi vitom, aval en veetil yaarum ilatha naal andru unnai azhaikiren nee seikiramaaga vanthu vidu endru solina...l. Athai ketkum pozhuthe en sunniyil alaram adika aarambithathu. Naanum sari varugiren endru solli irunthen, aanal avaluku athu varai moodu thanga mudiya vilai.Nandhini ennai iravil en veetirku vaa endru sollinaal, iravil un amma matrum thangai iruka matala endru keten? Atharku avargal iruvarum hallil paduthu uranguvaargal endru sollinaal pinbu. The boots soon to be purchased will be so amazing you could dance all night in them in the certain knowledge that your feet will not only exit them in the early hours of the following morning free from blisters and crippling agony but actually looking and feeling like the feet of a nineteen year old sex goddess.And totally amazing as it may seem the boots will do so because they were made by tiny innocent little hands that most likely aren’t there anymore, or if they are will have bits missing,. "Hey Mary, how are you?" I asked as I leaned against the counter across from her. "I'm pissed! Zach told me that he wants to see someone else!" she replied angrily. "Well, whats so bad about that? He just called you a bitch a few minutes ago." I said to her. Now with a saddened look on her face she replied, "Well I figured since we'd been together since high school that maybe we would be together forever. I guess that's not happening now." Unsure of what to say, I just nodded and took a drink. They left her there, and servants came in. They threw extremely hot water on her, causing her to scream and struggle with what little energy and voice she had left. They then plucked each of the thorns off one by one with pliers...each and every one pulling on her tormented skin. She could only whimper as she endured further suffering and starvation. When they were done, they took the pliers and pinched her nipples and pussy, torturing her so as to make her struggle...they jerked.