‘Next weekend, you will tell me all about it, won’t you?’ ‘Yes, love, I promise’. *** As Denise suggested, all that Summer I worked for Phil...p and stayed weeknights at Aunt Hilda’s. Denise taught me the switchboard, and how to act as a receptionist, but mostly I was archiving. The work was routine, but keeping up that massive archive of press-cuttings, magazine articles, company reports and a mass of private letters, all annotated and underlined, impressed upon me as nothing else would, the. He tugged slightly forcing me to bend my head back in an angle totally submitting to his wants. He started to pound me with an intensity that told me he was a man used to getting what he wanted. I was amazed I didn’t fight his dominance; instead I felt a gush of extra moisture run down my legs. Soon the room was filled with sounds of his flesh slapping mine. I tried to keep my moans and pleas quiet, but had to resort to biting my lip until I tasted blood. His speed increased and I could feel. Kuch bol nahi paye.Ar isse pahle ki woh mujhe kuch bole main unka sara rass nigal gayi aur boli: Ahhh, mmmm… ye kya tha papa.Nadaan aur anjaan banti hui main wapas unke lund ke muh par se sarakti rass ko chaat gayi. Tab jakar papa bolne layak hue aur bole: Ohhh… Swati kya kiya tumne, cheee!Main apni honto ko chaatti hui unhe dekh boli: Mmm… papa ye kya tha. So tasty. Mmmm!Aisi baat nahi thi ki mujhe muth ke swaad ka pata nahi. Par papa ke samne anjaan bachchi bankar aage boli: Wow, ye kya. Then, as I was still talking, there was a knock on my room door. My heart sank into my stomach. This was not how I wanted our first face-to-face meeting to go. I wanted to open the door, see her standing there, and take her into my arms and kiss her cheek and escort her inside. Oh no, that did not happen. Instead, I opened the door, phone in hand, and felt like a stupid schmuck. At least she did smile. That was a plus to an already awkward meeting. She said,"Hi," and I explained why I had not.