But a rifle … you don’t use one for hunting squirrels. I and my men are to stop all travellers, to examine them, and to make sure they are not con...cealing desperadoes. Who is in the carriage, Master Graham?’ ‘My sister and a troublesome maidservant that we are returning to our Aunt while we are on our way to London.’ ‘Troublesome maid?’ ‘She’s a bit pert and fancies the men too much. A man’s clothing was found in her basket. Fashionable clothing. No doubt our Aunt will whip the truth out of. It was a new house, I didn’t know how to react, but my friends had suggested me before what it feels like what all I can do. But, I was falling short of ideas now, nothing was hovering in my mind other than going into the bed and with the dulhan sehra, waiting to be ripped…I was blessed by my in laws just before entering the room and I brought the glass of milk as in Indian tradition we follow that. I was wearing a bridal saree, and also I got freshed up before it as I knew there would be. That was for sure. Ken had a roll of kitchen towel anda little bottle in his hand. I didn't at first got it, but then he sprayedsomething on my breast and wiped with one of the towels over mypecks. I could see my hair off my skin and on the towel when Iremembered to have seen such a hair removal spray on TV.Ken worked his way all over my body, removing every hair on mybreast, stomach, lifting my arms behind my back to also get rid ofthe hair inmy armpits. The cock ring was only a little. I did not recognise the fat guard but I knew he must be in charge ofone of the other wings as he wore Sergeant's stripes on his sleeve. Hecame straight into the cell, sweating and puffing, and without saying aword unzipped his fly.I looked up in stunned amazement as he walked up to the bed, reachedout a hand around the back of my head, and with his other hand, pushedhis semi tumescent, uncircumcised penis into my mouth.I started to gag immediately because the taste was so foul. It tastedof.