Chapter Two. You could say I have a bit of a predicament. I'm happily married, well sort of, well I'm married anyway and before all this started I tho...ght I was happy. I love my kids and surprisingly, given all you are about to read, I do still love my husband Geoff but after these events, that has changed. We are fortunate enough to have a comfortable, middle-class life. We certainly aren't wealthy, only one car, no swimming pool and an average three bedroom home on a standard suburban block.. If I see a bookshop, whether I’ve been in there before or not, I have to park and go in. If they’ve got a lot of mags I haven’t got, or don’t think I’ve got, then I’ll spend several hours ogling them in my van and cumming in my pants, probably wrecking the rest of the working day. It’s not a question of a quick one off the wrist – that’s risky anyway parked in public. It’s more that I want to take my time just looking at the pics, drawing on my pervy cartoons and captions, ogling a lovely. He was my first boyfriend. He went to a different campus, and we lost connections.Ashqar was my first boyfriend when I came to this college. Sameer and my friend Sreekanth were also in his gang.Ashqar used to fuck me hard and even got his friends to do the same to me. On many days, I was at my rented apartment, tired, barely able to move after these sex sessions. Sameer also took part in these sessions. These two were the ones who used me the most.Ashqar had my implicating photos and videos. So. You will have to imagine this is not quite our world.*From the man's POV*My head is feeling groggy. I've been dreaming of home, of sticking my dick in my wife's obedient mouth the second I get home from work, of strapping her to my crotch at the weekend, my favourite thing. Instead I've been forced to be in a bed at a private hospital for weeks. Bloody wife. I prefer her to do what I want her to do.There's nothing like a woman with carpet burns on her knees, shuffling around, accommodating your.