. He had the body he once dreamed of, just not in this way, he thought ironically.His hair hung to his shoulders, and was lighter, wavier than it used...to be... Inside the bag was a brush that he ran through his hair until it was smooth and shiny, then a black clip pulled his hair back off of his face and into a sporty ponytail. The soft tug of the hair clip, like the straps of the bra, made him painfully aware of his new femininity. The dress fell to just above mid-thigh, and his bare legs. Father: no I can’t do that to her, ur saying it’s painfulRamu :Sir, it gives woman pleasure that u will never imagine, u know lot of people bring their beautiful daughters from their city to make them join the ritual but only one gets selected in a lottery which my sister draws every year , my daughter also participating in the ritual, all the participants were given special accommodations and training to be good obedient girls , why don’t you send Divya and we will are her completely. What's that make her? A whore I'd say." Git on out'a here," Zed said flatly. "Now!" You wanna make me?" asked the one-armed man with a smirk as he drew his shining knife and waved it about, holding it underhanded, the point raised toward Zed Snowden's eyes, eager for a fight he knew he would win.The sound of the ax handle striking Lekas's skull reminded Zed of the noise his father made splitting well-seasoned wood with his old hatchet. It was a very sharp crack. The man's eyes rolled back; he. — She felt something warm pressing against her neck, and hummed appreciatively realizing that it was Sean’s lips. She felt his arm possessively around her belly and she reached down, pulling his hand up. Slowly, she kissed his palm, grazing her tongue slightly against his skin as she did so. She felt his gasp of surprise and giggled. She turned around and looked at him, trying to memorize the face she had missed all week. She stroked his cheek softly, moving her finger to graze across his.