Well, not really funny who wants to be murdered.Okay, I wasn’t really a nobody. I was next in line to be the most powerful man on the planet. The he...d of my family. I had never pictured myself being that. Neither of my parents had actually indicated that was to be my future role. It was almost a given that my parents thought my grandfather was going to live forever.Father would grumble that he was the heir, mother planning extravagant parties in the newly redecorated manor that was my. Or to let him touch her breasts. That couldn’t hurt, right? He had been very gentle. He hadn’t even touched her BARE breasts, only ever through material. Or her pussy. He only rubbed at it through her jeans, or underwear, with the heel of his hand, while pushing her gently back into the grass, their mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. Those times always ended with one or the other of them putting a stop to it, heated glances and heavy breathing. And then Fabian would help his aunt get. She said she lives in Delhi and was in Raipur to visit one her relative’s marriage function. I enquired about her family and she said her hubby works for a multinational and travels a lot and she has only one son who is doing his B.Tech from IIT Chennai. Her name is Anita ( name changed ) and she runs a boutique in SouthDelhi just to keep her selves busy as most of the time she is alone at home. Then we chatted on lots of topics. She is a well informed women. While chatting we never realized. She began violently shaking, the thought of his face anywhere near her virgin cunt made her feel humiliated. He shoved the boxes behind her so she was flat on her back and he pinned her arms down, “I told you not to struggle. I don’t want to get violent, but I will,” he was getting angry. She was still fighting him and he was getting tired from having to hold her down. He had never gotten violent with her and rarely lost his temper, so this sudden rage scared her. He felt her muscles stiffen.