Sei koto bochor ager kotha. Tokhon bochor khanek holo amader biye hoyeche, ami ar maya roj-i retre milito hotam, kintu prothom diker sei notunotto ar ...petam na. Kemon jano routine affair hoye giyechilo. Goromer chuti katate kaya or didir bari berate elo. Bash lagto oke, saradin barite ghur ghur korto ar or payer nupure theke jhum jhum kore awaz kane asto. Keya tokhon sobe 17-te pa diyeche, maya-r kache sunechi or naki choto thekei ekta cheler sange prem, tar sangei biye thik hoye ache. Cheleta. The fact that they sat in a silent zone didn't stop the two girls from sucking his cock under the table whenever they felt bored or needed a ‘protein shake’, as they called it, to keep them hydrated, which was quite often. John didn't complain. By the time they were done studying, the girls' throats were coated with cum and their faces and hair a total mess. Sarah fell asleep on the bus ride home, her face even then buried in John's lap. Needless to say, John was spent when he finally got home,. If this group goes down, a new group of Auctioneers forms the next day. It might take them a while to build up the old group’s contacts and connections; and who knows if they’ll be better or worse than the last one? If they’ll start inviting people who absolutely shouldn’t get hold of this shit or who were taken off the last group’s list for a good reason. The current group are good about not letting their items fall into STUPID hands, who’ll use it without a single fucking thought in their. The sour taste of their getaway was taking away from what should have been the euphoria of victory. But as for actually replacing Jackson with Zoloft? He wasn't so sure that was a good idea. Nor did many of the others around them."Jackson's got us this far," was the common argument among the pro-Jacksonians. "He may have fucked up a wet dream with this cease-fire but he's still the fuckin' man." He choked under the pressure," was the common argument among the anti-Jacksonians. "He thinks.