Now he was tortured to tell where his tribe hid itstreasures and we gradually went further. I strung him by the wrists from abranch and whipped his ba...k, sometimes with stinging nettles, or hogtied himand whipped the soles of his feet. Not real torture, but it did hurt. It beganwhen we were about eight and we only saw each other during summer when my parentsmoved down to the country. When turning twelve he began working at the estateafter school and was supposed to spend his summer holidays. "You think... GULP that I'm not really ... immune ... show you ... show you all..." Nailer raved, froth escaping the rictus of his clenching jaws. "Stronger ... smarter that you ... prove it..." He began to stand on wobbly feet, veins throbbing in his neck and forehead. He began a slow, low-boiling cackle as a trickle of blood escaped his right ear. "Rip your mask off too ... you'll see it's alright ... if you're Man enough..." he wheezed.No way in hell.I didn't answer him. No one did. Once the. Let’s get to the story.It was rainy season and we all friends were playing football in our ground and sana bhabhi lives opposite to the ground and was watching us. Sana and i always had a eye contact with each other and i needed her from long time even she knew that. There was just hi and bye going between us as she was my neighbor we would at least say hi to each other. So in that rainy season i finally gathered some guts n went to talk to her she hesitated in talking to me first. Then to i. But there was no time for him to rest. Before he could say anything to the fox-girl, though, he felt her shifting at his feet. She leaped up onto the bed, landing with her legs on both sides of his body, her crotch hovering only millimeters above his member, which for some reason had not subsided in the least.“Mmm, as delicious as I expected,” Eyarra said. Despite how erotic she looked, with her fingers pressed to her lips, her look was one of genuine happiness. “They said the Lord would be.