She had to switch her thoughts. We finished dinner and planned to meet, we suggested our room and they agreed. At around 9.00 pm there was a knock on ...ur door, and Rahul and Neha were invited in. All the boys were dressed in shorts and T shirts and Neha wore a strappy long dress, she looked even better. Siri and Rahul took off from where they left off, business, money, IT etc. we shouted arrack night. Arrack is 34% alcohol and milder than whisky, so we stressed this point showing that it is. Dawn broke at last, another beautiful summer’s day. I hoped that my absence at breakfast, which I never missed, might initiate the search for me or I hoped that Dorzi would have reported seeing me last night to my mother, but I was mistaken. Hours passed and still I stood there by my father’s desk, naked and immobile as a rock. I estimated that the house would take hours to search even if my mother had mobilized all of the servants and guards. Finally, late in the afternoon, I heard activity. She would not have denied him anything now. She was totally enslaved and vulnerable, a helplessly groaning mass of aroused female flesh, with fulfillment her only direction. She lived for this excruciating thrill - this electric feeling of being fucked half to death by this powerful Mongrel.This was sex at its most primitive and basic level, and she wanted to wallow in it. He was an animal on all fours, fucking her without tenderness or patience, but she didn't care. His lightning thrusts were. She hadn't spent a whole lot of time with Buffy lately, mainly because of Faith. It bugged her, but she promised Buffy she wouldn't hold it against the brunette Slayer. "Yeah! Everything's just peachy," Buffy replied. Faith walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. "Hey, Red. How's it hangin'?" She looked between Buffy and Willow, a wry smile on her face. "Hi Faith, uh, pretty good I think," Willow responded. "I'll just stow my stuff upstairs..." Once Willow was out of earshot,.