My face showed expressions of being stoned, and tears were still in my eyes, but the wetness between my legs would not go away. I was still sitting on...the chair in my chaddi and bra, with my hands cuffed behind me and now Amit was behind the camera still, with a big hard lund hiding in his chaddi. It looked as if it was stuffy in the small chaddy that he wore and was looking for a way to get out and enter my choot. Amit said, ‘ eh sali kutti, sit on the chair like you are going to do toilet.’ I. I forgot that she was my sister and then she came into the room and told me that dinner was ready.I had the dinner with her and nani and nani gave me doodh and she went to sleep. I knew very well jab nani so jati thi to jaldi nai uthti thi. I went to preet’s room she was awake and was chatting with someone I knew it was his bf and I started watching tv and was noticing her and what I saw she had started feeling horny as well maybe they were doing sex chat thats why. Then she said I want to. He knew she died in Sheridan, but was dumped in Aylesford. Dammit! He knew all that, yet he knew nothing. He didn’t know whether or not the overdose was accidental, he didn’t know if the binding was for fun or murder, and he had no evidence connecting anyone to dumping her body. It was enough to make a man question his chosen profession. He paced the small space between his and Jason’s desks, turning everything over and over again in his mind. He had to be missing something, he had to be. " Look I don't know your name and I'm tired of you calling me slut or bitch. My name is Tara and I know that if I have sex very often in my house my parents are going to figure out what is happening," Tara told the woman on the porch."I'm only stating an obvious truth in either case. A girl who gets caught fucking or sucking her boyfriend's cock is a slut. A girl who kneels up for a dog is a bitch in my book. So I'm going to call you what you are and you maybe will call me mistress if I don't.