.zoor zoor sa……….uska sans lyna phir mushkil ho gaya or jab lyti bhi tu meri gand ki boo (smell) lyti……..or usny dobara ulti (vomit, puke) k...r di…….meiny usko baloon sa pakr kar zabardasti sara chatwaya or apni gand ka undar tak zaban sa usko chatwaya…….wo ab bilkul aik kutiya lag rahi thi……….jaisy kutiya apni gand saaf karti hai…. farq sirf itna tha ka is kutiya na meri gand saaf ki thi.Tughy sharm nahi ati aik rakhel ki tara lun chosti hai, apni hi vomit mein khelti hai or tu or gand ko bhi. I was just about desperate enough to go to the speed fucking club. I can't remember anything I did that day as one moment I resolved to attend then the next I changed my mind. I was a complete wreck.Late afternoon, I thought WTF and decided to go. According to the details, I could always decline to fuck anyone, although that would mean I'd never be invited again. I showered, washed my hair, shaved my pits, and trimmed and shaved my pussy hair until it looked what I hoped was reasonably. "I think the jerk fell for it," she said. "I insisted that there was no deal unless both of them came."By 5 o'clock a young female agent had been hooked to a wire and was sitting in a car in front of the insurance building dressed in casual clothes. Agent Waters had asked John if the FBI could use the van as a command vehicle and he agreed. About 20 minutes before 6 o'clock a car with two men in it pulled into the parking lot and stopped. The men in the car looked around and then pulled out of. Susanfollowed and took off her shoes once she arrived. "Please take a seat",Bill said and pointed over to the butchering table. Susan slowly walkedover to the table and climbed onto it. There she silently waited forher butchering.Then Margaret popped her head into thekitchen. "How's it going in here?", she asked her husband. She hada worried expression in her face. "What's up honey? You look worried.",Bill asked his wife."We have a problem.", Margaret began. "Thatwas Thomas. He will be turning.