John hadn't even gone a hundred yards when he started to hear the voices. Listening, his face twisted into an intense look of hate. In a clearing a fe... feet ahead, John came upon the scene of several men that were torturing a man.John's hand turned white knuckled, as he gripped both of his revolvers. A move to a better protected spot, had John drawing both of his revolvers.He then started to fire as rapidly as he could. Ten men were down before the others started to really react."I suggest if. She was now lying down on the couch.“We humans are sexual beings, Mrs. Patel. It is our weakness, and it is our strength. It is our prime motivator and our common denominator. Fantasy is an important factor, too. We conjure all sorts of kinks and perverse acts, which add to our excitement and pleasure. I don’t see any problem with that.”Gopal had a difficult time trying to build the stuff to make her believe, but it was working. Savita actually seems to be less worried. Gopal asked her to. I went through to her lounge and sat down on one of her sofa's. Kathryn offered me a drink proffering a bottle of wine already un-opened on her coffee table and when I nodded she poured me a large glass full. She then sat on the opposite sofa and I didn't need to look hard to see right up her skirt to the white lacy panties she was wearing.She didn't say a word, so to break the silence I just said "Cameras?"She smiled back and said "I couldn't give a fuck about cameras, what I'm more interested. I’m not trying to hurt anyone especially you and the folks but I need to be myself. I really like exploring different things. I’ll admit it that it’s a little sick and demented to be talking to my brother about my slut ways but you’re the only one I ever talk to about personal shit. I don't even talk to my girlfriends about allot of stuff. I don't trust them like I trust you. If you want me to keep it to myself then I will. I can understand it however, how about if instead of talking face to.