I slipped into a gallery that looked down into the dungeon to wait for an opportunity to get them to come back to the bar. Lauren was over at one side..., swinging her legs under the chair she was sitting on. Brad was dividing his attention between talking to his daughter and tightening straps that were holding Femke onto the rack. Alongside them Greetje had been tied to the rim of the great wooden wheel. Both Femke and Greetje were moaning in fear."Why wouldn't you talk to me?" Brad was asking. . Nah, sorry darlin not today. 'Wes will you fuck my face and stick your big black cock down my throat, please' ...well as you asked so nicely... 'Wes walked up and Tracy released her hair so she could go to work on Wes's cock. she built up a steady rythm, and did her best to keep her eyes locked onto his as his cock slipped slowly into her throat. she was becoming an expert cock sucker and was slathering all over his cock bobbing her head up and down as fast as her neck muscles would. The time was 11.30 pm. No one in the hall except me and my cousin who dozed off at around 10.45pm. After some time, I heard someone approaching. I kept my mobile aside and looked up. There was she, the new nurse whom I was staring. Though I couldn’t remember, she called me by name.She – Gaurav, is that you?Me – Yes, but I don’t know you. (I got up and sat on the bench)She- You don’t remember me??? (She started laughing) I am Pinky, Aakash’s sister.And then it came to me. She was a sister of one. It wasn’t until I entered college that I actually sat down and watched television, something frowned on by my parents because they thought that this medium would be too distracting for me. In this they were right, and my first semester at college was spent catching up on what I had missed earlier in life. It was this interest in television that led me to begin moonlighting as an author. My first literary endeavors were in the college newspaper where, using a variety of pseudonyms to avoid any.