Her last memory that of her own tortured demise, as demons cried on leather wings of death. She opened her eyes to see only darkness and her heart san...k, as she feared the worst. What prison could they be trapped, for she was sure of their death. ‘Fear not child, I’ve come to help,’ echoed inside her churning thoughts as the haze began to part. The comfort of these images calmed her panic stricken reasoning. Her eyes began to focus in the dim shadows to reveal the iron tomb in which they. If anything, it just meant they were even less worthy of their contempt for surrendering without at least having the courtesy of taking their own lives.Heidi was wise enough to see that not all of the males were as dedicated and willing to sacrifice their lives as the officers in charge. She estimated that the bulk of the enlisted men were less than happy with their own existence fighting for a goal they were certain to fall short of achieving. Unfortunately, the die was cast and along the way. Her eyes were all focused on my tent. I restrained, after all, I did not wanted to loose this rented accommodation! Especially when the initial advances were so much rewarded with and so gorgeously, I was rather confident of soaking with her oomph at my pace during Sharma’s absence and fuck her with leisure extracting every drop of juice out of her. I held her hand and putting on my enraged cock spoke loudly-“Mr. Sharma ki be-maujdgi mein…ah jana…jaroorat pari to!” Nervously cupping my crotch. You know 'Smoke-Filled Room'?" That chestnut?" the steel bass player said. This evening had been a loss, anyway, a total disaster, and now it was obviously going to be amateur hour. "Sure, we know it." Play it, then," Jenny said."Oh, well, what the hell, we're getting paid for this," the lead guitar said.The band didn't know "Smoke-Filled Room" very well, and they were off key, but it wouldn't matter a whole lot, with some amateur singing. They swung into the opening strains, and the girl.