Ham kuch deir batein kartey rahey is doran mai us k balon se khel raha tha kabhi us k mammon ko daba raha tha.Thori deir baad ham phir se tyar honey l...agey zunaira ko mera chamakta hua lun acha lag raha tha us ka man kar raha tha is ko munh mai le ker chusney ko lakin sharam se keh nahi rahi thi, mai ne us k face ko dekh kar us ka irada samajh lia or usey kaha k kab se wo tumharey honton ko hasrat se dekh raha hai k tumharey ye mazedar honey isey aa kar chumein or tum ho k mere lun ko tarpaye ja. “I suppose this is probably how it was all meant to be in the beginning before our pride and arrogance got in the way” mused Glenda to herself as she stepped in through the doors of the mess hall and into that lovely aroma of fresh coffee and fresh doughnuts.Once inside the hall Glenda scanned about for somewhere to sit. Eventually she spied Bryce Unsworth sitting by himself over the far side of the room sipping on his own cup of coffee. He was still completely naked, like everyone else in the. I didn't like the smell and taste of the tobacco but it was not objectionable. He leaned back a little and asked if I liked that. I had no answer, I suppose my brain was still trying to take it all in but I didn't dislike it and kind of shrugged my shoulders. My abuser, as he would now be known, took that as an invitation to kiss me again, this time firmer, longer and with his body pressed against the right side of my body and arm. I was forced a little back by his closeness but a quiet. “Never, I would never do that to you, I didn’t even get one.” His tone had softened. I felt a hand touch the side of my face, “You’re too precious to ever do something so tactless too.” His finger wiped away the tear as he kissed me. “Are you ready for the next round?” ‘My Donnie is so sweet’ I think to myself. “Yes.” I say to him. My body still shaking some but craving more. He disconnects the straps, “Ok, sit up on your knees.” He demands. I obey, “Hands behind your back please.” My wrists.