Becky made to grab them but had her hands firmly smacked.“Have you done any fashion or clothing design at school?” Sally was looking at the girls,... “I know you’ve done some haven’t you sweetie?’“Yes we did some last term,” replied Yvonne, “fabrics and colours and things, and how to sew shapes, with darts and everything.”“So did we,” said Sue, who was at a different school, with Jilly.“Alright, good,” continued Sally, “we have to do some clothes for Becky now, so that she’s nice and sexy for us. ‘Do you really, truly mean that?’ I asked, a little surprised by her admission. ‘Granted, I’ve beaten you a little in our bondage experimentation, but never with the intent of truly hurting you.: ‘I truly mean that,’ she replied, closing her hands over mine so I would squeeze her breasts a little harder. ‘I once read a medieval-based erotica story about a princess who was kidnapped, and the wizard who oversaw her rape and humiliation cast a spell upon her so that each time the rapists withdrew. Na hi ro rhi thi.With my left arm around her, I pulled her closer to me and kissed her deeply with my right hand on her stomach.While kissing, as if automatically, my right hand started crawling upward and went on her boob and I held her gently and squeezed it.And we broke kiss. Beach me jyada possible nhi hota. Log jo hote h aas pas. Although wahan pe andhera tha so we did this much.She was still sitting close to me, with my hand around her waist.She: Radha (my wife) is so lucky. She has your. I don’t want to. She is home. Seeing her, holding her, is my only proof that I am home—that I am free. ‘Come, let’s get you inside, honey.’ My mother takes my hand and doesn’t let it go. I follow her inside on unsteady legs and take a seat on the sofa because I lack the strength to stand at the moment. On my long plane ride home, I thought of all the things I would say to my mother. Somehow all of those words have evaded me. I feel like a stranger, like a cloned version of myself. All of a.