No, he had some other reason not to worry about a war with San Finzione.As Helena figured out the only explanation that made sense to her, it started ...outside. A few minutes before midnight, she heard the first sounds of vomiting: One person, then a second, followed by a third. Up on the walls, she could see guards dropping to their knees, clutching their stomachs, or leaning up against something as their legs began to give out.She looked over at the Humvees, still parked where they’d stopped. That was fun, but this was better. I enjoyed Becky’s submission. I liked the control. It turned me on to have my way without a struggle. My excitement grew as she seemed to revel in it. Even though she looked like my Fantasy Jane, I knew she wasn’t. She was Rebecca Renaldi, and maybe she was faking the way hookers do to make their John satisfied, but it felt real and amazing. When the beginning of my end approached, I lay flat against her, skin on skin, my nose buried in her hair. Her arms. I fed and dressed our daughter and took her upstairs to my mother-in-law, who was going watch her for a few hours so Ryan and I could just spend some quality time alone. When I got back downstairs Ryan was still asleep, my plan was working so far. I quietly grabbed the bag of stuff I had bought and pulled the handcuffs out. I quietly walked over to the bed and handcuffed his hands to our iron barred headboard. Before he woke I hurried to the bathroom and put on my brand new silky pink lingerie. C me hone wali hu but wo nakhre kar rahi thi ab wo side me jakar so gay ki papa ne unke uper aa gaye or unke hoth ko jorda kiss karne lage fir ek hath unke goune ke andar chala gaya or ek hath unke chaddi ke upar fir wo jor jor se sahlane lageOr meri biwi b unka sath dene lagi bichari ek woman hone se wo apne ap ko rok nahi pai or boli ki aaj me tumhara lund muh me lu aisa bol kar wo land ko hath me liya to wo sochne lagi ki ye kya itna bada or itna mota fir wo kuch nahi kar pai tab papa ne.