Well, have any of your boyfriends been into anything a bit – well - kinky?”“Not really. Unless you count a serious fetish for leaving the toilet...seat up. I mean Jerry – you remember Jerry? – used to like me to keep my shoes on in bed, which I guess is a bit odd.”“Especially as you’re usually in trainers!”“Right. But apart from that no. I mean what are we talking about here? Fifty shades of Grey? He’s invited you up to his red room of pain?”“No, not at all. Well, quite the reverse. Lack of experience, no strong recommendation , not much money to give as a bribe and I did not get job in any city school. And against my wish I got married with a man who was working in a nationalized bank. His name was Vinod. He was 3-4 yrs elder to me. We had sex but somehow I remained unsatisfied .“Kuchh aur chaahiye …kyaa ..wo maalum nahi..”Immediately on shifting to sasural I joined a school at a distance of about 40 kms from our house . My search for job in city school continued so my. Pouty lips. And eyes the color of chocolate. Yummy, I thought, as I took her face in my hands and passionately kiss the stranger. I slid my hands down her body, unbuttoning her shirt, and massaging her ample breasts. Her body melted against mine, and for a few moments, I lost track of time. That is, until … “Bitch!” You grabbed my hair and tossed me aside as if I was a rag doll. “I do believe I said kiss her, did I not?” You knelt down beside me, your still-raging cock at eyelevel. “or did I. It will clean the wound," I told him, and he looked at me strangely."Water will clean the wound," he told me."Water will cause infection. It isn't clean!" I told him before he returned to his horse and removed a bottle of Mekhong from his saddle bags and brought it over. In the meantime, I had retrieved my first aid kit from Chanthra and prepared the needle and thread.The two wounded men had looked up at me in fright while I was doing this. They were bleeding heavily, and if we didn't do.