That day I thought of not going to college and stayed back in the room, even Bala stayed with me. We both woke up at 11 o clock and I was trying to se... Sita aunty but she didn’t came out from her home. Bala asked me “what machi today your dream got flapped ah” I told “no da not like that”. I confirmed that she is not going to come out so we started doing my record work.While doing the record work I asked Bala “Bala, why you didn’t joined with us to fuck the aunty, we all know that ram has girl. A large hand grips my shoulder tenderly."I think something's wrong," the deep voice says. It's amazing how itaffects me. His voice. And his touch. I blush, the heat seeming toconcentrate in my face and flat chest. Hooking hair behind my ear, Ilook up shyly. I like the way his hand feels on me. Strong butrestrained.Oh. Oh, I think I am going to be sick."I'll- I'll just-" I rush to the bathroom, holding my pants in place."Hey lady, that's the-!" A different voice calls after me but. When he acted like he owned her, she felt safe somehow. And the spankings. Why did that pain make her orgasms volcanic? She knew it was weird. Hell, she knew it was a certain level of insane. But that didn't change how being controlled like that turned her on like nothing else.She was able to leave eventually. Frank kept upping in the control, but not in a good, sexy, erotic way. He did it in the misogynistic, overbearing, abusive way. And that eventually became too much for Brenda. She dumped. The most serious injury was the slash on top of my left shoulder that was fated to glance off instead of removing my head. It was deeper than any of the others and had already begun to fester in the heat of the sun. I knew it needed to be seen by a physic sooner rather than later and I bore it in mind as I cleaned my other minor wounds with clean water from the oasis well. My left index finger was truly broken from a fall to the rocky ground after a volley of quarrels filled the air around.