I was lucky to even get a seat. I called Marissa to give her the bad news. She took it in stride. “I’ll meet you at baggage claim, sweetie. Love y...u.” “Love you, too, babe.” Air kisses and I clicked off. I slept a little bit in the Presidents Club lounge, but an insistent buzzing from my phone finally woke me. Marissa had taken a series of rather explicit selfies showing me what she was doing to get ready for me to “cum home,” as she put it; and I was far too aroused to sleep after that. . Thodi der baad wo bhi gand uchhalne lagi aur aaaaahhhhhh yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh yyyeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhhh ooooooohhhhh ki awaz nikalne lagi mere har dhakke ke sath. Mai bhi use jor jor se chodne laga. Usne masti me apni ankhe band kar rkhi thu. Aur mai use is kaamuk awastha me dekh kar aur pagal huye ja rha tha. Aur use jor jor se chod rha tha. Wo bhi mujhe bol rhi thi aur jor se xhod do pardeep aaaaaahhhhhhh choodo meri choot ko do saal se saala mujhe pyasi chhodkar gaya hua hai. Waha wo. After a log day at the office, I came back home very tired that afternoon.I just wanted a warm tub bath and go straight to bed. My mind was so occupied with my sexual hunger that I had forgotten about the house repairs that Victor had scheduled some days before.A company van was parked outside our house and a strong muscular man was reading a newspaper in the driver’s seat.He stared at me serious, saying he was just about to leave, because he had waited for me more than an entire hour…I mumbled. I started screaming, trying to fight him off. He reached out and slapped me across the face and covering my mouth with his hand. "Shut up, you little bitch," he growled, his voice low and deep. "If you make one more fucking peep, I will kill you."My heart was pounding as he force walked me from the bathroom across the hall to my bedroom. Throwing me down on the bed, he jumped on me, straddling my stomach and arms so that I couldn't move. He started off by tying my legs to the bedpost, knotting.