?Hands behind your head, cunt. Present yourself to us properly. Push your fucked up tits out. Part your fucked up legs nice and wide. Let’s get some... fresh air into that sticky cunt of yours.?She did as she was told. A drop of blood fell from her face.Simmonds was shocked at what he saw. Across her forehead Fleming had etched ‘CUNT WHORE’ in inch tall letters using a thick, black marker pen. Her face was hardly recognizable. Heavy swelling and the onset of deep, dark bruising all over. Two long. Nenu steroids n all chepa, mari natural ga ela cheyochu ani adigadu, nenu pressing and massaging ananuSrujan :Nee mida try chesta Anjali: antha asha unda navi nokkalani?Srujan: avnu anjali , chaala asha ga undiAnjali: sare ipudu nenu yes ananu anuko em chestavuSrujan: chepta , tell me what are you wearing aniAnjali: nothing a T shirt and a track pantSrujan; lopala em veskoledaAnjali: night em veskonu paina, avi free ga untene baguntundi nightSrujan:em chestavu ani adigavu kada, first nii pakka. My torment had returned. Did he really ask me to go to his office in the pink dress. He knew I didn't like the dress. He had made me buy it. I had worn it while on holidays but it wasn't suitable for the office. It was very short and low cut at the front and back and he didn't want me to wear any underwear. I couldn't do it. People would see me. I dried myself and lay on the bed. I knew I would be punished if I didn't go. My body couldn't take another beating. He might even throw me out of the. ..and I was warned. Leaning closer I whispered while handing her the fearful cucumber "I have all sorts of batteries at my place. The locals even refer to it as "Battery Manor." "Do you have a D?" she asked? "You tell me," I responded placing her hand on my left boob. "I'd say a solid C," she said with a wicked grin (the best grin of all) after a firm squeeze as if checking a melon for freshness, she twirled as said "Let's go, Enchantress," and suddenly the game was afoot, Watson!Knowing we.