They have been married for over 21 years now,Priya has had no major issues with her hubby apart from one and a big one, he is rarely at home , his wor...k and ever growing market keeps him on his toes always, she’s happy with his growth but misses his presence on cold nights, mostly satisfying herself with some poor substitute for a throbbing, live male organ, She has been mostly faithful, leave apart few flings with neighbors and cousins, has been very close to her real brother also and still. Therefore she always investigated, traveled, learned and sawa lot of things on first hand. When she found a new interesting story, no matter how scary or dull it mightseem to her readers, she was there. Now another interesting story came up.This new occurrence did not only interest her but the whole world. She wasnow going to a house where the inhabitants were the first ones to buy a slavefreshly from the death row market. That's what it was called now between theresidents of Texas . "Death row. She then draped her legs and vaginal area with a sterile gown. When Jean was all comfortable and set the nurse called the doctor in.“Jean, do you need me to stay?”“No, I’m OK, thanks.”The doctor closed the door as the nurse left and went to the sink to wash up. He then pulled a tray out of a warmer and set it to the side of the exam table. He then pulled on a pair of gloves. Jean felt movement around her open legs and heard a sound like an air freshener spraying. She heard another and then felt. She never once asked him for any information about the institute or his treatment, and he didn’t offer any. It didn’t take long before they had both finished their food. Beth stood up and took the dirty plates over to the sink. Randall watched his sister as she stood cleaning up the dishes. She was wearing a blue pyjama top with stars and moons printed all over it, and a pair of pyjama shorts. Randall found himself staring at her ass, and imaging her slowly sliding down her shorts, her wet.