Realizing they meant to strip her and realizing the futility ofstruggle Martha stood and let them pull the clothing off her. She hoped itwould survive... intact enough that she might be able to reclaim it and escape. Quicklyshe was left standing entirely naked before the band. Instinctively she threwone arm across her bosom and tried to shield her sex with the other hand. Thepitiful effort at concealment seemed to amuse her captors. Threeof the braves advanced on her. She took a few steps. Fir agle din main butte ke ghar geya aur us se pucha k kya us ne golian lassi main mila di hain to usne haan main sir hilaya …..subah ke waqat butta ki maa nashte ke saath lassi piti thi……..fir main or butta khet ko janne lagge aur uski maa ko bola k dupeher ka khana wo wahi le aye ….jab dopeher honne laggi to hum logon ne apne app ko mitti se khub ganda kiya tan jo ye lagge k humne khub kamm kiya hai ,jab usi maa khana le kar ayi to us ne mujh se bola “jaswinder puttar tu bhi yahin par baith. I think he’s enjoying it - we don’t really talk about our studies much.Anyway, the dreams.They started about a month ago, maybe two. It’s hard to tell - the first one didn’t feel like the first one, if that makes sense. Dreams are weird things - Duncan could probably tell you more about them than me.It wasn’t anything significant - I was in my house, as normal, but instead of walking around like a human, I was on all fours.And yeah, I was a cat.And in the dream, it wasn’t the first time I’d. The rest is a blur – it’s a long time ago – but I do remember instantly shooting into my underpants as I saw beautiful Miss Rosie bare all the way from Her sex-queen high heels to Her black knix, and by then I’d perfected the pretend cough so that when my head and shoulders jerked forward with the v******e of that first shot of spunk, it looked and sounded like I was sneezing – odd sneeze though – “oooooohhhhaaaaahhhhohhhhhhh, uhm, tissue!”Oh, a wanker’s dreams do cum true, and for what seemed.