Beech mein hum dono apne lund whiskey ke glass mein duba ke Leela ko chuswate.Beech beech mein Rathore sir mera lund hila dete aur main Rathore sir ka... Aur fir woh apne muh mein whiskey daalte aur main unko smooch karta. Fir puri whiskey pee jaata aur woh bhi mere lips ko smooch karke whiskey chuste. Aisa maza pehle kabhi nahi aaya tha.Fir me meri Mallu mummy Leela ke peeche gaya aur jor jor se mummy ki gand pe thappad maarne laga. Leela ko dard bhi ho raha tha aur randi ko maza bhi aa raha. On the Friday of that week I arrived at her house and let myself in (Jo had given me a spare key). Tara was sitting in her living room with an album of baby photos spread out on the coffee table in front of her. Tears were flooding down her cheeks but she made no sound. I stopped, heart in my mouth, then told myself not to be such an arse. I forced myself over to her, sitting next to her on the sofa and putting my arm around her. She sank into my chest and began to wail. She wept for what felt. The sofa wasgreen leather, a nice sofa which he was still paying back to brighthouse. The red carpet was dirty with the accumulation of 2 months ofgrime which was the last time it saw a hoover and the yellow curtains hehad brought from a charity shop were brown around the edges. Next to thesofa was an old table with his ashtray and opened packet of biscuits onit. Hre lived in a one bedroomed flat in huddersfield with double glazedwindows and a communal garden to the front.He switched the. Polyamorous, yes, but also rather promiscuous, omnisexual, and even a bit of a nymphomaniac, as you say. But it really did start with the rape.“Also, I think that what happened is that my rapist has some condition that causes him to have a rather intense libido, that he passed it onto me, and then I passed it onto all of my sex partners, including you. Which also means that you must have passed it onto Connie and any other partners that you have. I have this intuitive sense that it also raises.