My husband was getting thrilled with anticipation of what it would do to my hairy & lovely vagina.After sometime and a few pegs, My husband Prem, aske... me if I was ready for the massage. With great nervousness, I nodded. He then invited Sandeep to our bedroom. He told him in front of me, that as I was nervous, and as he would probably need to disrobe me slowly to ensure a good massage, it would be better if, both of them – himself and Sandeep, also disrobed little by little, as and when, he. They would stay with their aunt and uncle, but she didn’t say for how long.Once at her house, I walked inside with her, much to the instantaneous angry response from her father. Her mother grabbed the girl’s hair and dragged her toward the stairs because she brought a stranger into their home unannounced.The dad got up in my face and yelled, “Just who in the fuck do you think you are walking into a man’s home with his twelve-year-old daughter.”“I’m a friend of hers from work, giving her a ride. Even should you lose, you will save countless lives.” Atrin explained in a hushed tone and Ariela found herself smirking, enjoying the fruition of her plan.The colour from Belind’s face drained and he stood stock still for some time, looking into the eyes of his General, “...Very well If… If it is for the people.” he said, finally turning his eyes back as he sized up Ariela. Her skills as a mage and a leader were well known, but in single combat, he had no information, “But I choose the weapons. What good does crying do? What good comes from the emotions unseen by the man who needed to know them the most? Unable to hold back her quivering chin and rising chest dying to let out her sobs, she released that built-up silent scream into the night.She turned to look at the man beside her, wondering which was valid: the way he made her feel like a princess or the way he neglected her, never seeing the woman deep inside of her. As she reached over with her right hand to trace the the path from.