“Ooooh” you hear your wife say.And then your not sure what you hear. But it sounds like a faint protest. Then your hear her clearly… "You naught...y boy…”You want to intervene but i calm you. “She’ll be fine.”But if you were stood at the front of the crowd you’d see the waiter groping your wife’s now exposed tit.And the owner kissing your wife deeply.There’s another guy running his hands up your wife’s skirt. She’s willingly spread her legs to accommodate him.Another hand pulls back her blouse to. He looked it over, then turned to face Tarras, frowning. "Who attacked you, my Lord?" he demanded.Tarras stalled as much as possible. First he paused as if catching his breath, then rose unsteadily to his feet.The guard, however, was impatient. "I ask again, who attacked you? Every moment that passes means a greater chance he will get away." I don't know who it was, guardsman," Tarras said. "I could not see his face. He had a dark hood drawn over it. All his clothes were dark."The guard raised. Sorry, pa. Sorry. I hold her hands and said. Nobody will know this believe me. da. Please. Finally, she stopped crying.We walked down the street for some distance. Sit in next bus stop without speaking. She asked me, could you check the bike will start or not. I said, OK and tried.for 15-20 minutes. Finally, it started. She sits behind me and hugged me. I haven’t said anything and start my ride. We reached her house around 3.30am. Her parents came out, she said thanks and gone. I text her. U wiped ur face ,looked down at me and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in. Wow. The taste of drinking the water off ur skin and taste of ur sweet center is driving me crazy. It's like biting into a freshly pick strawberry lightly splashed with a hint of creme. I don't give a damn that ur juices is running down my face. I'm not stopping. Ur leg went from being propped on the side of the tub to being draped across my shoulder. You stomach muscle tighten, ur breathing pace slows and.