They came and sat down opposite me. “What are you too girls doing this afternoon?” my mother asked apparently not taking much notice of their appe...aranceCathy spoke up. “Ohhh…we were going to go to the mall but Ross has said he will show us how to download stuff from the internet” the girls giggled “Ohhh I forgot about that.” I quickly interjected as I had already told my mother a different story. I smiled “Ok we can do that after lunch” We continued to eat our lunch as we made small talk. Cathy. .wo satify ho gayi maine pucha tum professional ho kya wo naraz ho gayi or wo boli what u mean.mere puchne pe usne bataya ki isse pehle 2 bar usne apne bf se se sab kuch kiya hai par maine kabhi dudh or gand ko hath nahi lagane diya par aj pata nahi kya hua .maine cam ko band kar apna hath uske dudh pe jaise hi rakha wo door ho gayi maine kaha jahan aao agar je samaj main nahi dikhana wo ro padi or baith gayi.Main uske pass gaya or usa muh apne hatho main lekar saf kiya or samjay ki te hamro. She was front on to the camera this time, her bare breasts thrust out proudly with her shoulders back and her arms seemingly tied behind her. Her hair was damp and hanging in front of her face, as though she'd been working out. Her body was covered in droplets of sweat, some drops hanging precariously from the bottom of her large breasts. I tried not to stare as I was directed by Mr Maddison to take my seat with Andy and Mark. The photo was behind me as I sat down, but the memory of it was. Things like logistics and other technical matters were handled by professional military men who did know what they were about, but all of the tactical command came from the priests. In essence, all that the priests could do was to pick a target and say "Charge!" The men who did the fighting were fanatics who knew little more than which end of the gun the bullet came out of. The fighting men were usually high on a variation of marijuana, and could not make serious combat decisions. They relied.