”She did, and I sat back down again, rubbing my wrists. “You are kind of mean, you know. I helped you back to life, and you treat me like shit.”...er eyes bore into me. “Do you want to know who I am, or whine like a child?”Her voice was harder than before and had gone an octave deeper.“Sure, okay, Lot’s wife turned to salt, so what?”“He and his wife had two daughters, I am the older, my sister Laka died thousands of years ago, but I live on, cursed by the angels who got my family and me out of. He actually looked scared somehow. This case was just getting stranger and stranger. Lorinda’s bailiff swore Manny in and the drunken prosecutor asked him to relate the circumstances of the day before when he had arrested the defendant.“Well, um, I was waitin’ with my speed gun just south of mile marker 1 on state road 69 when I heard the defendant approaching in a red Cadillac convertible with Massachusetts plates. My speed gun indicated the vehicle was traveling at one hundred three miles per. “Pig,” she teased as I took the first bite.“Nag,” I answered with a mouthful of pizza.She made a gagging sound and said, “Gross.”The doorbell rang, and before I had time to wonder who it could be, Becky explained, “Vera’s coming over to borrow a book.”That was one of the disadvantages of living with my sister – the regular stream of her hot little coed friends dropping by. Becky and I had made an agreement years before, while still living at home, that dating each other’s friends was off. I’ve been getting mails to submit the next part of the story.So, here it goes :Kara was tired and asleep. Tara was drunk and extremely horny. Arun, their master till now was now too tired but he wasn’t willing to let go such an awesome chance to satisfy all his desires. He had made Tara beg him to fuck, had teased to his wishes and fucked her to his heart’s content.He now wanted her to be a slave to him. He had already tried ice insertion in Tara’s pussy(fuddi) and was now thinking of other.