An hour later I had four copies of four printouts from Diya’s phone. One was mine, one was Roberts, one was for Ben-David and the other was for the ...ask force.The phone kept the call logs for days. One was all the incoming calls, including international calls. The other three were outgoing calls, the contact list and text that had not been deleted.Based on the times of the last calls and text times, Diya made them and then turned off the phone and hid it seconds before the SUVs made the run. It made me excited and ashamed and outraged at first--but I saw that it ws true, and, in a way it was liberating to admit. Yes, I was a whore. I was a slut. I did enjoy sex--not sex to cement a long and loving marriage, but sex for its own sake, sex for fun. Sex for the thrill of it. "Say it again." I said." "You're a fucking whore," replied Thomas. "A fucking cock sucking, cum drinking, thrill seeking whore. A slut." "Yes," I hissed. "That's me. Right now I want your cock." I punctuated the. One evening we planned to visit a happening disco in the city as we were feeling a little bored in hotel room. When she came out i was stunned with the beauty, she was in black halter top and skirt revealing her curves at the right places. She greeted me and praised my dressing sense nd so did i. We placed a light kiss on each other cheeks.As we moved into the disco, the environment was simply mesmarasing. Couples dancing with their bodies so close that even the air could not pass. We joined. Infact anything raw and erotic I had the strange fetish to have unusual thoughts bout them and fantasize.With time Vicky got to his final year of engineering and had to go to Pune for an internship for around 3 months. Oh..I forgot to mention in the meantime me and vicky started living together at a flat in Yelahanka which is close to the highway that leads to the airport. So after Vicky went off I was left all alone with occasional visits if his and my common friends or me going to their.