One night we were chatting over email and I made a comment like "I wish you were here", she replied "what would you do with me?". I figured why not,...I replied with every detail but took a sensual approach to my reply. How she would come to my hotel room, I would answer the door, kiss her and feel her tongue as my warm hands explored her and so on.She replied back "Omg, so hot, I am wet now this could get interesting". For the next few days we emailed back and forth and finally the day came. But even if he didn't want to lose me, he wouldn't have a choice. He'd be a wimp in your eyes if he didn't throw me out. He'd reap your scorn and disgust, wouldn't he? He'd have to.But after that he'd be all alone.To you it would mean nothing that he would lose all he has. For you there is only Truth, Morality and Decency. To hell with all the poor souls that get trampled to mush under the iron boots of that unholy trinity."Justice must be done."I am Anne, remember?Almost thirty. I do PR and. I’d been in my room, watching some English serials, movies and some incest stuff. I have an interest in this incestuous relation. Then in the evening she came to my room, knocked on the open door and said, “I’m hungry.”Me: *I was watching some English movie. Plugged off the earphones; what? Pranu: I’m hungry. What should we do?Me: Shall I bring something to eat? Or we can order pizza.Pranu: I know some cooking, can I try?Me: *smiled* Alright.She smiled and asked me to bring some mutton and few. Both doors were closed. Gently, she turned the knob on the left hand door. She was relieved to find that the door opened silently, giving way into a darkened room. Curtains were half drawn across the windows, and a large desk filled the majority of the opposite side.Her legs shook now, her fear increasing as she progressed further from the others. Her outstretched hands felt across the desk top and found a small lamp. She debated whether to turn it on or not, deciding that maybe a momentary.