“It’s okay my baby. I was saving this as a surprise for tonight. This is what I wanted to show you. These movies, to help you understand more what...we are doing and help you enjoy more and try more positions.” Now he is naked and he gets into bed with me. “What are you watching?” He asks.“Suhaag Raat. It’s very strange, because the boy is letting another man watch him have sex and then let’s him do sex with his wife.”“They are very poor people, Naina,” my father explains. “They don’t have money,. A hot flash of electricity ran up my spine as I fondled her delicate underthings with my rough fingers. Her bra was indeed soaked from the rain, but her lacy little panties were completely dry: well, not completely; they were dry all except for a noticeably damp area in the crotch. I didn't have the nerve to sniff them lest she may be watching. But I did feel a tingling between my legs just from the feel of them.As I trotted down to the coffee shop, dodging raindrops, I couldn't help. “You know?” I gasped.She chuckled softly and looked out over the moor as well.“About a quarter of a mile that way.” she pointed slightly to the left of the view. “Is a sacred spot to the Goddess. If someone makes a wish from the depths of their heart there at certain times of the year the Goddess may see fit to grant them. Last winter she granted your wish.”“I guess someone did,” I murmured not quite sure if I believed in a mythical Goddess, but then it was the only thing that so far could even. Release. she no longer hurt for loosing the love they had, but relished in finding Who They really were. The beating stopped, and He unbound her from the bed. she was shaking, not because she was scared, but because the endorphins that were rushing her body. His touch was soothing now. ?Good bitch.? He said. she smiled. The term ?bitch? she now understood as endearing. It was amazing, in the headspace she’d dropped into, how much made sense. His hands explored her body, her arms,.