She smiled.Chetna: Thank you. Do you have any girlfriend?Me: No. (Even though I had one, to get laid you must lie sometimes) What’s your husband’s...profession??Chetna: He is a drunkard and doesn’t go to work, all the expenses are to bear by me. He asks for money and if I don’t give him, he beats me.Chetna started crying after saying that. I moved closer to her and consoled her by putting my hand on her shoulders.Me: Don’t cry he doesn’t deserve you. Leave him and take your children with. Shadow, by my side, growled. “Be cool, boy,” I whispered.“Good morning, what can I do for you?” I questioned, I had no hope for a civil conversation. Or in my ability to convince these guys to leave. The best I could hope for was time enough to think of a solution. And believe me, my mind was in overdrive.He started looking around at the house. “Nice looking place you got here, buddy. We were wondering if we could bum some water and grub from ya.”I pointed to the water trough. “Water’s free,. Kneeling in front of my Master and having him redden the skin he owns made me wet. It made me want him. A few times my hands shot forward and he ordered me to put them back. Blindfolded, kneeling and without the use of my hands, I felt completely at his mercy. I got more and more aroused thinking about his strength, his control, his power. “Spread your legs,” he said. I moved my knees apart and willed myself not to shake. He ran the tails along my swollen vulva. I was afraid I might come before. The car continued along the street and as it did Frank's head continued tobob. Simon looked over to him in darting, lustful glances. He looked solovely, so darling. Simon wanted to reach out and embrace him--to cradlehim in his arms, to stroke his soft, dark hair, and to kiss him tenderly,lovingly on the neck.The car came to another stop, only minutes from school. Simon looked overagain at Frank, still sleeping soundly beside him. This time, he dwelt uponhis head, hanging casually to.