The panties in her mouth, now soaked through from her saliva, made sure communication was impossible. She couldn’t argue or reason with Miss Rose. S...he could only go forward, and try, and hope that she could survive this. That her mind and body could be strong enough to get through to the other side. Where her pussy would no longer ache desperately. Where her arms wouldn’t feel sore and tired from being tied down. Where she wasn’t shaking from the cold, anticipation or suspense of this. That is why I said so.Arjun: I am not. Tell me what you need.Me: Can you show me your manhood?He stood in front of me. I took my boyfriend’s manhood in my left hand and started to play with it by stroking and shaking it.Arjun: Jaya, why don’t you take it into your mouth. I won’t mind.Me: Hey, no! I don’t like that, If you want to take mine, then take it. (I showed him my pussy by lifting my saree and petticoat.)Arjun: I need only this; it gives liquid like a honey shower. I always love to drink. "About bloody time," she quietly says to herself before raising her voice and tells him to enter.The young man hauling her case into the chamber she notices for the first time is kitted out in the costume of footman from some regency drama. He is tall and very handsome. Things are looking up."Where do you want it?" the young man asks. His Australian accent is out of place, incongruous with this moment and setting. "Oh... On the bed will be fine," she says and watches him cart her luggage over. We hadn't been to their party in several years and wanted to reconnect with everyone we hadn't seen much since the last time we attended. Unfortunately, with inclement weather forecasted and due to the full-strength cold my wife developed she decided to nix the travel plans. Imagine, she felt it might be rude to stay overnight and spread rhinovirus everywhere!She opted to stay home with the k**s but encouraged me to go to a different party another old friend of mine was hosting with his wife.