Movments". I kind of saw "all", but nothing.It really did not happen much for a while. And I noticed a mosquito sitting on one of your bums...That wil...l itch, I thought. Not that I was bored, but details caught my attention. Hand-marks on your bums. Your glistening croch and ass, butter seemed to be a good lube.The older one moved up behind you, so now I basically saw nothing.Which hole do you want me to fuck, slut?You made some mumbling sounds......The young one laughed...Not easy to talk with. "I looked down at it, I had to pull it very tight for it to fit, pushingboth ends hard as I breathed in, the metal tongue entered the buckle, Ipushed harder feeling it tighten even more about my waist until suddenlyit clicked with a loud metallic click. My heart rate must have soared atthat moment and I tugged and pulled at it to try and release it again."It is locked sissy maid, but don't worry I will release you later, akey will be delivered to you by post this evening, you insert it in. "I'm not waiting for the police with that killer still in the area. We'dbe like sitting ducks if he found us," he said to my brother and me."Dad, what's going to happen?" Grady asked."Yeah Dad, what's going to happen to us?" Boys, nothing is going to happen. We'll give the police a statement andthat should be all there is to it," he said, the normal confidence wasgone from his voice.We arrived home and Dad called the police as he had promised the 911operator. They showed up at our door thirty. Tripathi uncle broke the silence, “Areyy yar Vaibhav. Ek din to ye hona hi tha. Ab kyu pareshan ho rahe ho. Shweta ab badi ho gayi hai. Samajh jayegi.” Dad looked at me with grievance in his eyes. He could speak only one thing, “I am sorry.” I was feeling helpless. I said, “It’s OK dad. If Pooja has no problem, its fine with me. It is your life, I won’t interfere.” My words gave a life to them. They continued what they were doing. Dad asked me to get us a bottle of vodka from his room. I.