Ranjit did as he was asked. Pooja turned tohim after he had worn everything. "Now there look at yourself in themirror. I now get an idea about how you... would look with a bit more make-up, hair etc. You must have been a knockout chamakchallo," teased Pooja.Ranjit went into a trance as he was reminded of his acting days. "Yes,had a lot of admirers and fans. But that was then," he said snapping outof his trance. "Now can I go back to be dressed normally?" he begged."Not now, just for sometime. The youth smiled cruelly as he hammered Mary into the mattress. He relished her screams as she writhed in pain and shame beneath his muscular brown body. The beating Pip gave her when he had finished his ruthless deep-penetration was savage. The belt was broad so it didn't cut into her soft flesh but each stinging blow of the leather strap hurt. Her buttocks were striped flaming red when Pip stopped and invited his comrade in crime to enjoy their "disobedient whore."Both Mary and Jeremy— who. .."Amonas shushed him and answered with strain in his voice, its gruff tone exaggeratedly harsh. He sounded literally dried out:"You fainted and fell down the steps. You've broken some ribs. Don't talk."Hilderich was silent again. Amonas thought he might have fainted again, but that was not his principle care. They had to make it to the tree-line and the little shadow it offered.He was walking over the canal-like indentation on the ground, nothing but tall grass around him. Amonas was dragging. By the time she gotten out of that shower all traces of cords, and strait jackets were but a memory only Pauls gnome still grinned back at her, and she knew he always would. Life settled down once more, each night if they were in that mood, they had very vanilla sex, Saturdays they played a little more robustly but never as hard again, yes, a little bondage, but Pauls style, yes they tried anal and loved it, but with lubricant, care and love. And yes they experimented, she wore the egg out in.