Fuller said, "Okay, Betty Lou. Tell us that you love having your twateaten. And, say it in those exact words."Betty Lou had never uttered the word, "t...at," or any other inappropriatewords, before in her entire life. However, the alcohol, the drugs, thegold ring through her clitoral hood, the suctioning lips around herswollen clitoris, and the older vagina posed only inches from her ownmouth combined to break the religious girl's will. "Yes! I love having mytwat eaten! I never want it to stop!. You're just over our group not me anymore."With that she picked up the cell smashing it on the floor with a satisfied leering smile. "Never again you bastard," she whispered.All the other females could only stare at their leader. They had never seen her express herself with such emotion. Her daughter looked at her mother with shock and surprise, so... the bastard was a thorn in her mother's side as well. The day was starting to shape up extremely well after all. Perhaps they could execute a few. Khanik pore ek jon mishtee dekhte Panjabi meye ghore elo. Mr. Sen amake tar songe porichoye koriye dilen aar take bollen je amake amar kaj bujhiye dite. Ami jante parlam je ami sei meyetar jaygaye kaj korbo, keno na se resign kore diyeche aar 2-3 diner modheye chole jabe. Amra 2.30 someye meetinge gelam. Sei Panjabi mayetio amader songe gelo. Panjabi meye ta amake sab kaj bujhiye dilo aar kothaye ki ki ache tao bole dilo. Meyeta amake dekhiye dilo je ekta cupboarder pase ekta choto darza ache. Whenever it was possible Cindy would touch Gina, very briefly at first, growing to longer periods of resting her hand on Gina's arm or shoulder. Cindy was careful not to rush and would casually withdraw if ever she sensed her friend was becoming uncomfortable. Over the weeks her efforts had paid off to the point that Gina seemed to almost expect Cindy would stand very close, touch her or even brush alongside her.One evening the two of them were working late unpacking a shipment that had arrived.