" We both giggled.She asked how I had landed a date with Cindy. Apparently, we were thetalk of their circle of friends as Cindy had never shown any in...terest inmen before. I told her that I didn't like talking about my personalstuff, but she said that a good salon was equal parts therapy and salon,so I started to open up.I was about to say that I had only recently been interested in Cindywhen the dual memory thing started again. If felt like someone wasshuffling a deck of cards inside my brain. Aapki in mast handiyo ko mujhe mare haatho se nichodke aur muh se chooske doodh nikalne mai bahut maaza aayega.” saying this abdul made the action of milking my boobs.abdul was being direct to the point which i liked.it was making me more hot to have such a vulgar talk so replying to him in his language, i pointing to my boobs said “aare abdul lekin in dono mai doodh kab aata hai maloom hai kya tumko?” (milk comes in boobs only after delivery).abdul was not expecting such a reply from me but he. I didn’t. She asked if she could keep the business card, and I told her that she could. Mr. Martin was telling the others that my father’s share of the estate was forty-four percent, the same percentage as Mr. Arthur Peoples, who was being represented by Ms. Kindle, his daughter, was entitled to receive. In addition to Ms. Whitney, there were three other females in the group. I wondered which one was Ms. Kindle. Mr. Martin then introduced the others. Ms. Dickens represented the friends of the. He seemed to be lying on his back on some sort of hard bench, unable to move his arms or legs very much. Chained up! It wasn't uncomfortable, exactly, since he could rest chin and chest and flex his legs enough to keep the circulation going. But, he was in bondage. A captive. In a dark cellar. A dungeon!A creak of an opening door. The light blinded him. "Hör' zu," the voice said. "Liss-ten. Vee holding you prison. Hostage, maybe. Let you free if police let free Gudrun." It was a low-pitched.