She started noticing I was going back to myold ways, as did I. I was getting grumpy again. Things went on this wayfor a while and it seemed the dream...was coming to an end. What I didn'trealize, was She was enjoying my waiting on her hand and foot and takingcare of the chores. She was not happy that I was reverting to my old ways.After a couple more weeks of this type of relationship going stale, Sheasked me to do a chore. I was being lazy and not interested in doinganything. I made a. I told everything and what my friend told me. She calmed me by saying,Ritika – don’t take this serious. You are my best friend. I won’t let our friendship break and I won’t accept their proposals if they do.Me – what will you do, if I propose you?She got very angry and was not looking at me. She bent her head down and thinking something. But one thing for sure. She wasn’t comfortable with what I said to her.Ritika– look Shrey, don’t imagine such things. This won’t happenMe – why this will not. Tina finally opened her eyes and surveyed the bathroom. It was a mess. There was water splattered all over the ornate-tiled room, the toilet seat and the mirror over the sink were all wet. Tina had taken a lovely comfortable room and destroyed it with one single orgasm. Tina fingered her tits and looked around the room, laughing at the mess she'd made, but admiring the expense that had gone into the construction of the room.She wasn't sure, but she thought she heard scratching sound. Tina. ."Forty wavered in his conviction, he knelt beside Sybil's sobbing form. "If you truly are repentant, I may be able to assist. Confess to me and absolve your soul." He reached out a hand and brushed her long hair away from her face; the pin was revealed! The Reverend recoiled and tried to stand, it was too late, once again he was in its thrall.Sybil rose from the floor triumphantly. "My plaything once more," she cooed, "Come Fortesque, you are invited to witness our final victory and the true.