? The large bespectacled woman looked up from the pink form in front of me, her manner betraying the fact that she was having a bad day, in a bad week... perhaps in a bad life. ?Thank you Miss Laing,? she replied, her voice dripping with venom. ?Now,? she continued. ?You are out of work yes? And what was it you?ve been doing?? She glanced at the form. ?You?re 33 now is that right?? I nodded. ?Yes. I?ve been a professional triathlete, with lottery funding. I injured a knee last year. I?ve. The tutor was unable to control himself and started caressing her body in pretext of wiping it.Tutor: tum bra nahi pehenti kya??Smriti: raat ko nahi pehenti sir!Tutor: hmmm… kaafi acchhe booobs hai tumhare… I’ll get you a sexy bra tmrw, a kind of in which you can sleep also.Smriti: iski zaroorat nahi hai sir..Tutor started rubbing her boobs and her navel with quite force and confidence now… smriti also started enjoying it… a few moans also escaped her mouth…The tutor leaned in towards her and. Stan saw her searching her limited vocabulary for the best word. ‘Amazing’ he thought. ‘Spectacular’ - probably too many syllables; ‘Wonderful’; ‘the best’. “Stopped,” she concluded. Stan was furious. He’d been down there for God knew how long. A hot rapier pierced his flesh and sliced through every major organ, including his favorite one. “Yrugh fuhing rich,” he shouted. “Rive reen roun rare ror fuhing rowhers!” Fortunately for Stan and the world as a whole, Alice didn’t comprehend the angry. There is more than one person – or personality – inside your head. Count on it.”She got a faraway look in her eyes, then grinned, looked at me and said, “So, is that your long-winded, mansplaining way of giving yourself permission to get your rocks off by hurting me? Because you already have my permission to do exactly that. Hint, hint…”“Why you little slut!”She scrambled off the bed, giggling, and I raced after her……Later, we were talking more seriously.“Look, I know you want me to hurt you,.