" Was her only words.With that said she lowered her mouth back to mine and our passionate kiss resumed. She continued to hold my hands above my head a...nd moved so her body was over me. Her lips moved onto my neck and the sensations were flowing all over my body. I was so wet below and the heat and passion were so intense.Releasing my hands, Andrea started unbuttoning my blouse. In no time she was lifting the chemise over my head and leaving it on my uplifted arms. A second later my bra was. Jaise hi uski jeeb meri chut par lgi…pagal ho gayi mein. Pure badan mein bijli doud gayi. wo pagal ki tarah meri chut ko chaatne laga.Kabhi mere chut ke daane ko chusta to kabhi halka sa kaat ta. Haaiiii!! Mein Janat mein udn lagi. “Raaaj…haii… babyyyy agar mujhe pata hota ki tum chut chaatne mein itne anubhavi ho to mein kab ka khud ko tumhare hawale kar deti” “Sanya baby..abhi to bas shuruat hai” Aur ye bolte hi raj utha mere chut ki chuswayi karke aur jhat se apna lund mere muh par patak. She explained that I had a nasty head wound just above the right eye and another in my thigh where the ball had gone all the way through the back of my leg. I held up my bound wrist, and she said that she thought it was broken but was not sure. It sure was an ugly color and hurt like sin, but I could wiggle my fingers.I thanked her for her care and her soup and went back to sleep. I now know the date, it was late October of 1776. Time meant almost nothing in those turbulent days.I awoke about. Okay, that was last night. It still didn't explain why she couldn't scratch her nose. She tried once more, failed and then opened her eyes.Oh, that explained it. Her wrists were tied to the bed posts. It looked like her own stockings from last night had been used. She pulled gently. Yes, looped tightly around her wrists just like she liked it. She looked down her body. Hmmmm. Someone had left her garter belt on. So she wasn't completely nude.Now exactly whose stockings were around her ankles?.