Even once in capital letters, but does not offer any bit more information for me to write.Her sudden reluctance puzzles me. Finally a little bit reach...s me in a short dry message:"After I got the strap-on ... she was very excited ... we both blowed on the strap-on, while we were rubbing each others pussies ... I wore it and asked her to get on all fours.I positioned behind her, rubbed the tip on her pussy ... I started to fuck her from behind.Indeed, she did moan, you guessed that detail right. The largely incapable man stumbles to his feet, leaning on the posts for support. Another guard appears on the platform, and the two of them again tie the man's hands behind his back before literally dragging him between the posts where the dripping rope swings in the wind.The black-clad hangman takes control now, and the guards stand to one side, their usefulness at an end, making them no more than a part of the audience despite their height above the crowd.The hangman stands behind his. .)J : sure…I have no objection (tappakunda..naku am parava ledhu..)Siri sleeps on my lap till we reached our houses. Next day I went to manu house it’s Sunday everyone treated nice and they offer me food for afternoon and some normal talking is going on I asked my father in law about manu yesterday, he said manu had headache so she didn’t attended the function. we started watching tv.After lunch I was talking to manu about her health and some normal conversation, at evening siri come to house. At least for a while. It was painful walking. It wasuncomfortable sitting. And the aspirin wasn't helping. In short,Tom was miserable.The clock ticked its way past eight o'clock. Tom waited hopefully,but Miranda didn't come in. When another co-worker poked hishead in, Tom realized he'd have to fake being Miranda for a whilelonger. At least here, in the office, he knew what everyone did, soit was much easier to pretend being Miranda.Nine o'clock came and went. Still no sign of Miranda. .