. I THINK! Since when do I ask you to think?"Koko managed to remain standing taking the blow well. Her face was one not of anger but acceptance. She h...ad spoken out of line but it needed to be said. She continued matching his angry stare, the gauntlet clearly thrown down."I hear things father. The war, the rebels, I fear you are distracted to the point of recklessness."Koko's spies in her father's inner circle, many officers she bedded for their loyalty had told her tales. Tales of a man unable. . se kahile achha khai sari katha heba . khai sarila pare se kahile mu tike gadpad hebi. Tapre mu bi tanka pakhare soi padili , mote ta dara lagu thhila kintu tike ta aga step naebaku padiba na. bhauja: ha mo deha darja hoichhi, tike dabi dia ntani. Suni mo mana kudhnemota hoigala kintu kahili:mu: mote aseni je.Se: ha tama aga story re kemiti se bhauja nka seba karithhla ,semiti.Mu: achha, keuthhi darja hoichhi?Se: sabuade darja,ummm aga padaru start kara.Mu: thik achhi. Eha kahi mu tanka pada. ... As soon as he felt all my resistance is gone he releases my arms, slowly placing one hand on my back, like he knew I could fell. And that hand on my back feels so good, strong, big, man's hand, like he is holding all my weight on his palm. But that other hand is moving downwards....! Slowly but persistent he goes over my waist, hips, then under my dress. His loud moan, almost a growl, tells me he likes my stockings and turns me on even more. Gently, he strokes my inner thighs and now I. J: Will you please let me explain?T: No!J: Then I guess we are going to have to do this the hard way.T: What in the wo-whoa! John swept me off my feet and carried me, along with my suitcase, back to the hotel room. He didn't even put me down to open the door with his key card. We stepped inside, and John kicked the door shut. My suitcase dropped to the floor along with the plastic bag in his hand and John threw me onto the bed, letting me breath for all of about 5 seconds before he crawled onto.