Misc. Erotica The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Sathya Krishnan

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“Ammu, this is the moment you snap out of your dream that you are not kissing your lover, but this villain Zamindar, and slap him,” as the director said, my sister who hated Murthy so much, slapped Murthy hard, which made her feel so happy.  “Slap Murthy once again, Ammu,” the director said and my sister began slapping him once again, which made her feel really good.  “Murthy, you get angry now and carry her to the bed and tie her arms and legs apart and try to bang her,” the director said.  “Ammu, slap him again, but this time he will catch your hand and forcibly carry you to bed and tie your arms and legs spread them apart and try to bang you.  That’s when the Hero will enter inside and fight Murthy and save you, okay?” the director said and my sister agreed.  “Come on slap him, Ammu,” as the director said, my sister began slapping Murthy and Murthy caught her hand and carried her to bed and tied her arms apart and spread her legs apart and tied them to the bed tight.  The director even joined Murthy in spreading my sister’s legs apart and typing them tight to the bed.