She was forced to sigh in pleasure.The little slut was getting better at it every time and soon she would have to reward her for her devotion to duty....They dried her with the soft skins from the Orient that her mother had used before her. Her hair was now straight and silky and she shortened it with the scissors that were so sharp that even a single light touch of either blade would result in the flowing of blood. Now her hair was braided into a tight pattern and she raised it to a small circle. Achanak aunty nein uncle ki taraf palattey huey kaha theekhai jee jaisa tum theek samjho lekin ye saari batein Sanjay, Lalita aur Sarojke saamney to nahi sakti naa haan tum kah to waise theek hi rahi ho uncle sochmein pad gaye. Idhar Saroj ye saari baatey khidki ke baahar khadey ho sun rahithee. Achanak uncle usi awastha mein uth kar tehelney lage phir achanak auntyke paas aakar baith gaye aur kehney lage ki kyon naa Sanju, Lalitha, Saroj aursaath mein Ranjan aur Shweta bitiya ko kaheen bhej. " Her arms flew back up over her head, and her smile changed immediately to a frown at my words of disappointment.Standing behind her, I slipped my fingers under the front of her tight sports bra and pulled it part way up over her firm breasts. As my fingers touched her nipples, I purposefully captured each one between my middle and index fingers and pulled them up, along with her bra until they lifted the full weight of her breasts as high as they'd go. I held her bra and her seriously. She choked blood out of her mouth as she tried to breathe. The man wanted her to die slowly and painfully so he held to katana still inside her. The man enjoyed watching the woman in her death throes. The life slowly ebbed out of her. A large pool of blood formed beneath where the dying Japanese beauty stood. Yoko's eyes closed and her arms fell limply to her side. The only thing keeping her standing was the man holding the sword inside her. The man smiled when he was satisfied that there was.