I wont even run away. I just need to use the toilet. Please untie me. Sorry, Marianne, he says, lightly tracing circles over your sensitive little but...ton. I need to leave you like this for a while. You know why I tied you up like this? You shake your head. It keeps every drop of my seed trapped inside you. He massages your lower belly with his other hand. Why? He smirks. Why do you think? I dont know, you say. So your fertile little womb has a chance to use it, he says. Youll stay here, and. What should be the color of her nipple. I have forget that we too is having conversation. She waved her hand before me and asked me am I okay. I said I am fine. I told her to share my cubicle, coz her desk was not yet ready. That day we shared a lot families, friends, likes and dislikes, she told me that she was married and she is having two kids, I don’t believe that. She told that she was married on her 19 then moved from Calcutta to here.Oops. My heart stopped, as I too a women I can’t marry. She must have felt it too, for we both clung to each other sobbing until our tears ran dry. Then, and only then, did we continue on our way, this time at a less vigorous pace. Still, we covered more ground than I am sure they expected from two women clothed such as we were. Eventually we made good our escape, hiding out in a small cottage I has secured for just that purpose. There, we let our guard down and made love, not in the manner of the past, but sweetly, tenderly, slowly, our passion. Thus it was quite unexpected when, one morning, she said, "Please excuse me if I do not talk too much. Today I do not feel right." I'm sorry to hear that," I said. "Are you sick?" No, I am not sick. I just do not feel right. It is lonely, or something," she said. "It is not just lonely, but empty, like something is not there." Have you ever been away from home before?" I asked. "For a long time?" No, not really," she said. "In Denmark, I went to summer camps when I was young, but only for two.