Aiming straight at the bowl now covered with Ahana’s long tresses, she let loose a stream of piss into it, laughing as it drenched her hair and filled the bowl. If it gets an enthusiastic response, the story may get a sequel. When it was done, it looked like a sort of pulley with one end of the rope held down by a heavy block of stone. she must have noticed my “rudeness”. for two days I planned to confront her with the evidence. Coolly, she told us of the plan which she’d use to teach the bitch a lesson. Namrata stuffed the crumpled cloth in her mouth. she appeared to be succeeding Mahesh doubled over, and Ahana made for the door. I’d expected Namrata to carry out her sinister sounding plan in a day or so, but a, whole week passed before we spoke again.
