Her panty hose were pulled down and her bland panties were cut off with the man's pocket knife. He also carved two holes in her hose, one at each ori...ice, effectively creating crotchless hose. With Tamera face down on the floor, her legs were bent over double and tightly zip-tied foot to upper thigh. Her pumps, as they had no straps, were zip-tied to her feet and ankles. Her skirt was pulled back down into place. After experimenting with her arms for a bit, the man concluded that the least. That all changed when he found out through an old friend that Jr might not be his biological son. Elias was not convinced this was true, so his friend and my uncle sat down and told him the truth about his wife.He couldn't handle the truth when he heard it and had to ask her for himself. When he did ask, she denied it at first until he confronted her with the stories he had been told about her being a cock addicted dirty slut that craved for big dick since her days in Mexico.Elias had popped. To kaunsa smell tumhare pass aa rahi hainshivani. lekin tumhare me to bas jayegi ye smellme. to tumhe kaunsa mujhse massage karani hianshivani. kya pata.or hum dono hasne lage humne bohot der baat ki or kafi franck ho gaye apas main jokes bhi sunaye ek dusre ko or ek ada jok to non veg bhi ho gaya jisper usne bura nahi mananext day pure din uska phone nahi aya shaam ko shadi thihum log barat main ke liye tayyar hue mere bhi dimag main ab shadi enjoyment jayada or shivani kam thihum log 5 baje. There were tears in her eyes too now. We stared at each other. Smiles were creeping into our faces, curling the corners of our mouths. I leaned in to kiss her.She shrunk back. “This isn’t going to work!” she wailed, distraught. I had forgotten her reaction to be touched. She looked trapped, crouching in the furthest corner of the bed with me between her and the door.I moved away from her so we were as apart as could be and still sitting on the same bed. “Sorry” I apologised; “We _can_ make this.