Her screams began to fade, her body was starting to shut down. He hit her one more time, this time with much force causing her to stay awake, and caus...ng her to suffer. He enjoyed her screams, he thought she loved him–but he was wrong. She stabbed him right in the face, and he hated her for that. He loved her with all of his heart–and now he felt nothing but pure hatred. He continued to fuck her constantly. Sammy turned Susan on her stomach, and jammed a finger up her ass. Her muffled screams. She was wearing a pink color saree at that time and I can see every male was looking at her. I was also looking at them and I was in happy mood as such a beauty was with me. We went to a vegetable shop. There was a man. By his looks I can tell that he was nearly 50 years old and he was in lungi and banyan. By looking at my bhabhi he smiled and asked what she wanted. As she was telling he was looking at her and I can see that his cock was becoming erect. I was proud to be with her and was proud. That was the deal. Anything, Tony. If I draw a picture, he has the right to publish it. If I paint, he gets to produce it. He’s taken six of the drawings I exhibited and produced crappy prints of them. I was so smart I signed away my life, Tony. The only way I can keep him from having anything more from me is to never draw again.”“There has to be a way...”“I’m not done, Tony. He told me to come to New York. I still hadn’t figured out what was in the contract, but he said he had an idea for. " I felt almost paralyzed. This was not the typical thing a guy like me expects when he gets home from work. "Debbie, what are you doing? Cigars! What the fuck? Is this some kind of role playing or are these ladies corrupting you?" The last half of that sentence was only partly a joke. She didn't smile."Sit down," she said coldly. As I sat, a new look came over her face. No, it wasn't exactly new--I had seen the look more and more over the last several weeks. The look said "I'm in charge.