I was looking out of the window and recalling all the time we had spent texting, video chats. I was smiling then my phone vibrated I saw the text ” ...ook straight’ there he was siting right in front of me and smiling. I just wanted to hug him and kiss him but for the people around me I just couldn’t. Within 1 and a half hours we were to get down at varkala. I waited impatiently we acted like strangers in train the we got down at varkala.He held my hands as we walked to the exit that got shivers. He could have used a lubricant but didn't. He could have used an anesthetic, and didn't. He gets his rocks off torturing me, even now. And that was torture. I thought I would die. I writhed equal to having my backside seared with a leather strap. Nothing ever hurt like that. I guess that's not true. Catching one of my testicles just right hurts more.Testicular punishment. I've done this myself, and had it done to me. I get naked and doggie like spanking my balls, but instead, torture them with. ‘You know perfectly well what I mean. You’ve been having sex with John for the past couple of weeks.’ I knew that my face had gone red so there was no reason for me to deny the fact when my own face had given me away. ‘Did…did he tell you?’ ‘No. He didn’t have to. I’ve been married to him long enough to know the signs. Three, no, nearly four years of only having sex once a week to suddenly start to have it three times. Tuesday and Friday nights being two of them.’ The same bloody nights that. ’ Emily moaned as he caressed her breast. ‘We can go up to the old cabin. Outside of town, mom and dad don’t use it much anymore.’ He smiled as he kissed her hard. ‘Get your coat honey.’ Emily ran into her bedroom, grabbing her coat and purse. She stopped in the living room long enough to tell her parents she was going out then followed Nathan out to his motorcycle. 10 minutes later, Nathan parked his motorcycle outside the old cabin. It was far enough from town that they wouldn’t be disturbed.