Since she landed, he'd kept at her constantly, driving home his complete ownership of her body, relentlessly working her over with belts and brushes, ...paddles and probes. And now, the Pear. Evil genius. She felt it deep inside her, jerked again as the two men rolled the big St. Andrew's Cross over the small floor molding between the hallway and room they were entering.Daisy felt another rush of lust between her legs as she was rolled into the middle of the room. There were just over a dozen men. “You don’t like the king-sized bed at the condo?” he asked groggily.“You have too much room to get away from me in that bed. I like you being confined more like you are in this bed.”“I don’t remember ever avoiding you at the condo,” he said.“The point is, you have the opportunity to avoid me there. Here, you’re always close to me. No chance of you being more than an arm’s length from me.”“I can see your logic, but maybe you should consider things that would make me want to avoid you in a. Andar laal rang ki panty thhi…maine kaha aapke oopar harRang achchha lagta hai…maine dono jaanghen faila dee…to woh sharma kar oopar dekhna lage…unki panty poori tarah tar thh….maine panty ke oopar se unki choot choosni shuru ki…woh siskiyaan bharne lagi…mujhe halke namkeen taste ka andaza nahi thha…par achchha laga…unki chhot fool rahi thhi aur panty mein saaf pata chal raha thha….maine dheere se unki panty sarka dee….ab woh ek dum nangi thhi…jhaanten poori trah saaf nahin thhi…ek maadak smell. He didnt move away, not yet. Instead, he pressed a chaste kiss on the one corner of her mouth, and another on the other side. She smelled fantastic. No heavy, seductive perfume that made him want to sneeze and drink allergy medicine. She carried the scent of her innocence, and it smelled like some light sort of flower. Clean, and fresh, and young, like a rose covered with early morning dew, and could he possibly get any cornier? If he didnt stop thinking, he was going to start spouting poetry.