I knew in my heart of hearts that I shouldn’t and couldn’t marry Cien. What if it screwed up the fabric of time? What if… The what if’s were b...eginning to chew at my mind. I didn’t know much about the space-time continue whatever, and what I did know came from movies. Somehow BACK TO THE FUTURE didn’t compare what I was going through. At least Marty McFly wasn’t mistaken by a medieval barbarian for a witch. No, he wasn’t that lucky at all. I wished at times I could go home. I just wanted a. First I would build a fire and heat some water. At least I could give her a warm drink before she gave me her body. I kicked a few logs loose from the ice and carried them into the house, put them on the hearth and took out my fire pouch. But the logs were encrusted with ice, and I had no kindling. I looked at the stools under the small table, pulled one out, and smashed it into kindling. The woven rush seat should be the perfect fire-starter. I separated the logs on the hearth and carefully. Par mujhe mazza bhi bahut aa raha tha wo bhi mera sir apni chut mein daba rahi thi.Phir meine use ulta lita diya aur uski pith par kiss karte karte uski gand k hole ko chatne laga.. Gand k hole k ander tak apni jib dal di. Jis se wo machalne lagi aur mujhe dhaka de k lita kar mere upar aa gay. Aur mere forehead se shuru ho k mere nose mere lips then neck. Phir meri chest aur phir mere lund ko chusne lag gayi aur ek dam se usne mere lund ka skin piche kar diya jis se mujhe thori problem hui, aur. The lift stopped at the fourth floor and opened onto the foyer of Womankind where Bonny Driver sat at her desk, the door to my mother's office behind her was closed. The three Advertising Executive offices were off to my right and I could hear muffled but expansive phone conversations as mother's staff worked hard, just as she demanded.Bonny gave me a look of distain usually reserved by my mother for me, but Bonny was well aware of my mother's antipathy and derision of me and she followed.