She laughs to herself and looks down at her comfortable sweats and favorite tee, but types into the little box ‘jean skirt and a red tank.’ When t...e ding comes, again the words in the box are just ‘mmmmm.’ She laughs again and watches as the words pop into her box ‘how short is the skirt?’ She lies once again and types, ‘Mini.’ Again, the ding brings words that make her smile, ‘what’s under the skirt?’ She types back another lie, ‘nothing.’ She thinks to herself that this is kind of fun and. When we arrived they were sitting on a leather couch with overhead lighting in the middle of dimply lit room. Simone was wearing heels, jeans and a man’s shirt with just one button fastened. You could hear a pin drop as they passionately tongue kissed before she helped him remove the blouse and he commenced licking and sucking her nipples to her obvious delight - and all those watching. “Love her tits,” Sarah whispered to me as topless, she dragged down Mick’s trousers and commenced sucking his. Although Manish was a really good man and very caring, for his wife and child, but he was too busy and could not spare much time for his family, and had to work a lot to meet deadlines. I had a hint of her problem through my wife, but we never talked about this in so much detail.So this is how I spent first 24 hours with Charu, although my mother in law and Aditi were also there and most of the conversation was happening around them, but most of the time only we were talking and I think it was. I felt the pain as it seared through the skin of my scrotum. I felt it sever my right testicle and then proceed into my thigh and out the other side. I felt every muscle rip as it tore through. I heard the blood gush from the vein even before it poured out and down my leg. But this time, as I fell to the ground, I looked up and saw her. When the medic appeared, it was her face. I could see the horror in her eyes. Not at my wound but at what I had become. I could feel her distaste for me. I woke.