"It's degrading. I have too much respect for you."What does it have to do with respect? I want action -- mixed with pain. I want to be wanton. "Just o...ce? Just to please me?" I've begged for four years."You know I don't like that stuff." He smiles lovingly and kisses my lips. I feign a smile, defeated. Another night, another orgasmless romp.He resumes pounding away in me. I close my eyes, struggling to picture it -- me with two men, two gods, one driving from behind as the other lunges into my. "Look at me, drunk in the middle of the workday." She smiled her plastic smile at me, but it seemed to have a little more warmth. She put her hand on my knee. "You don't, do you?" Her eyes looked glazed over, plastic like a doll.I looked at her, bewildered for a moment. I'd seen her do worse, she'd almost flaunted it when she and Dad were dating. I hadn't had a seizure, or even a dizzy episode like with Brandy, yet for some reason Cindy was acting uncharacteristically warmly toward me. I had my. She lived just next door to me where I lived. You know, I am working with a Bank and this is a job notorious for frequent transfers. I am a bachelor and just recently transferred to the beautiful city of Jaipur. Mr. P.R. Jha also worked with us and belongs from the same part of Indian wherefrom I came. So, we were friends in no time and his family also welcomed me very much. It was only on his instance, I got accommodation just beside his house and he and his family extended all help to me as. I had never assigned a term to my current relationship but suspected that is what it would be called.We lingered over the dinner table with another glass of wine and I started to feel a bit of a buzz from the drink and now the wine. Fran started to rise and I jumped up to get her chair and as she stood she stumbled a bit, I think back to it now and I think it was a purposeful trip, but then it seemed quite innocent. She reached out to me catching herself with both hands on my shoulders.She.