How about 'Why am I being held hostage bytwo absolute crazy people?' But I could not say that...not here, notyet."Ummm, just, like, what do you want ...f me? I mean, should be all happyand talk to everyone, or be shy? I just don't know..." We want you to be happy, sweet and friendly with all the people at yourparty, and to kiss them on the cheeks when you see them for the firsttime, the boys as well as the girls. They and we will have so manypresents for you, Princess, and you will love the. Maybe, I thought, they did it on purpose. Maybe they WANTED some kid like me to get his rocks off sneaking peeks at their naked bodies.I looked inside Mrs. G's bedroom. They were both in there, lying in bed. Mr. G was a fat, bald guy. I never really liked him and I wondered why she was with a jerk like him. He was lying there in his boxer shorts, his fat belly sticking out. She was wearing some kind of housecoat. It had slid up her legs. I could ALMOST make out her pussy, but it was more. Sala bohut tadap rahi hai chut.”“Jaan hai tu meri, randi nahi. Randi to teri malkin ko banana hai.”“Ahh, abhi to iss randi ko sambhal.”Birju Anita ko utha kar bedroom mein le jata aur bed par gira deta. Khud bed ke side mein khada ho kar Anita ki tange utha kar chodi kar deta aur apne kandho par rakh leta hai. Fir apna lund chut par laga kar jor jor se chodna shuru karta hai.“Aah madarchod, tera mota lund faad ke rakh deta hai chut. Ah teri biwi ki to maje ho jayenge puri zindagi ke liye. Randi. A whimpering sound filled her head, preventing her from being able to think. The strange, eerie sound seemed to interfere with her breathing, as well."Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-god!" Jake pleaded, crying and shaking her hysterically. "Please don't die! For God's Sake! Don't die!"He blubbered the words over and over again as his mind raged against the impossibility of finding anything that would keep her alive even one more minute. Even knowing his hysterical babbling wasn't helping, he was unable.