I almost lost my mind, seeing you kissing him. I wanted to tear his heart out for touching you. I had no right to treat you the way I did. I just coul...n’t stand it. Please tell me you’ll forgive me some day.’ Pulling her hand free, she stood, pacing away from him. She could still feel the heat of his lips on her flesh as she tried to collect her thoughts. ‘I don’t know what I’m supposed to forgive you for. Is it the way you’ve treated me, taking me from my home and my life, your disappearance. Shanthi had become fascinated with the lesbian love making and could never think of a cock inside her. She had two partners of her belonging to different times and had no interrelations. All three of them were now scattered in different parts of the Indian sub continent due to their career obligations. All in their early thirty’s were no dumb heads. They were intelligent smart and successful senior management personalities. Shanthi was head HR in a BPO, Lillian a product manager with an MNC. He was both happy and ashamed that Sarah liked his scarf also, and feltodd that she wanted to borrow it occasionally. He knew he couldn't bewithout it, and promised to make her something in the future to make upfor it.But that was yesterday, and today he was knitting his third scarf (thesecond went to one of the pledges as an apology for earlier rudeness toher). He was at the sorority house. The sisters were sitting nearby,reading magazines - some of which he had also read and so he could. Bright lights blaring in my eyes as I wake up, I try to move but my hands and feet are tied but I'm in a wooden chair this time completely naked. I realise I'm in a little box room but its padded and there are no windows, I hear footsteps coming down stairs and then suddenly the door slams open with ferocious power and I can't help but scream the top of my lungs. A dark husky voice travels from across the room "screaming isn't going to work you little whore, nobody will hear you" I start to.