She bent down and kissed me. I returned the kiss; our tongues twisting and exploring. I felt her hands running up my sides until they were under my ar... pits, then she straighten up and lifted me off my feet. I was looking directly into her blue eyes with my feet dangling almost a foot and a half of the ground. I was already getting hard, she must have felt it. I put my head on her shoulder and glanced in the direction of the of the weight bench. Eyeing the bar on the rack I noted that there. I was abusing her in Hindi, “Saali kutiya, kitna lund legi chut mein? Saali raand tujhe chod chod k gulabi choot ka bhosda bana dunga”.She was loving every piece of it and my domination. She was also replying to my every statement like, “han chod mujhe, faad de Aaj. Tera Lund bohot mota h. Mera husband kisi kaam ka nahi h ye sirf nipple hi muh me le sakta h. Mere husband ki gaand pe laat mar tab mujhe satisfaction milegi”. After a while, Kumar quietly sat on the chair and took his next. " "WHAT?... WHY?" I asked. "Because you had outgrown all your good pants, your cutoffs were rattyand your t-shirts were all full of holes" she said. "I hadn't saidanything to you about them before, but I was embarrassed to have you beseen in them." "But what am I going to wear now?" I asked, as I feltthe tears welling up again. "Now don't you start crying again!" shesnapped. "You can wear some of Mary's things until we can get you someof your own clothes. You put these on and we'll go. With the deeds to four other clubs sitting in his safe, the former bandit had decided to move into Satan City and construct the fifth. Gohan had been invited to the opening night but he hadn’t suspected Yamcha intended for him to join in the celebration. Parties never had been his scene… However, as if he could sense the teen’s anxiety, Yamcha quickly cut in. ‘You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to Gohan. Just go downstairs and have a drink, then if you’re still not impressed and want to.