.I used to play this thing for hours on end....“ Speaking to yourself. You must of spent hundreds of dollars on batteries for that thing. Turning it... over you still have your old Pokemon game in the back. Figuring you have time before the move you decide to switch it on. “Thats weird the batteries still work but the games not coming on..” You think to yourself. Pulling the cartridge out and go to blow into the back. Holding it close to your mouth you begin to blow but wound up cutting your lip. Donna was very happy. I'd asked her not to talk, in case we were heard, but every now and then she'd make a quiet comment: a subdued moan, "Oh, that's so good", or "Thank you."It took me ten minutes before my first contact with a nipple, by which time she was VERY turned on. Her legs were opening and closing, then one crossed over-the-top of the other, and I could see their muscles stand out as she clenched and rubbed them to try to get some more stimulation.For five minutes or so, I slowly. After the lockdown, we planned to meet each other, and we planned a trip.Sanjay, his wife and I went on a short one-day trip. This was the first time I saw Nisha as a woman. She was wearing a black saree, and she looked gorgeous. Sanjay noticed me checking his wife out, but he didn’t say anything.After a few days, Sanjay and I were having drinks. Sanjay asked me,Sanjay: What do you think about my wife?Me: Bro, she is hot. Why are you always complaining?Sanjay: She is just too simple, and you. That was how he knew how to break them. He’d listen carefully and attentively to each and every one of their thoughts and then decide his course of action –his torture technique- based on the information he’d acquired from them.He started paying close attention to her mind and was even more surprised when he found out what her inner thoughts were. Whenever she was being tortured, she’d lose herself in memories of her past life: blue skies, walks on the beach, red and yellow sunrises, green.
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