Of all the perverts and sex freaks Michael lets use me, Thomas is the only one with a long range plan, and the money and resources to make it happen. ...he very first time we got together, Michael stayed. Thomas measured me in a hundred different ways, took detailed notes on my waist and ass, biceps, forearm, fingers, the length of my nails, diameter of my nostrils. He used probes to find how deep he could penetrate my throat, ass, and pussy before meeting resistance, then how much he could push. Unfortunately, like a lot of myths about Victorian sex and sexuality, it turned out not to be true, LOL, but I figured I would not let the ‘truth’ get in the way of a good tale. This was far too good a way of writing about repressed female sexuality to let go. The photos: I took one photo of a picture I cut out from a magazine article about a carousel. The other I took of a Valentine’s card I was given by a friend. He found it in an auction house in London where he was working. I used to go. Thats when the screaming started. I didnt have anybody near enough to hear them but too much sound annoyed me. I let her scream for a good minute, then struck her in the back of her skull hard enough to make her face bounch off the bark in front of her. She was silent after that, weeping softly. I was glad. I wasnt a big fan of beatings…I preferred blood. I then removed the knife I kept in the waistband of my jeans, conveniently concealed by my shirt and used it to slice her skirt half-way. I. ”Praveen – Theek hain Saab. (looking at my sharply)Praveen was aged about 26-27 years and has been working with us for many years. As a legacy nomenclature, all of us call him kaka. I went up to the car and he opened the door for me. I sat inside and he went up to the driver seat.We shared a friendly rapport. So we started chitchatting about general things – the function, people there etc but he was constantly looking at me from the mirror and I noticed it.It was almost 4 pm then. Then he said.