.mra to mai keha ji KHADA ho gya..maine usko sahara diya nd dheere dheere chalaate hue usse gate tk le gya..log dekh rhe the but “unki maa ki….kis... parwaah thi” :PBahar phunche to vo thanks bol k jane lgi ki mra ghar paas hi h mai chli jaungi..Khade lund pe danda padne lga tha! Maine kaha nhi mai b ja i rha tha vapis i’ll come wid u..vo b i knew upar upar se na bol rhi thi..maine uska hath apne kandhe pe rkha aur uske boobs mri arm se touch hue…aahhhh kya soft the yrr mmmm.Sath ki gali me i tha. I knew this now. I had accepted it. And I knew there then, in that parking lot, that in time he would strip away from me everything of my past. And that is what came to be.Alberto secretly passed evidence of my whoring to my husband. The bastard, he videotaped me doing a gang bang at a motel with six men! It was without my knowledge! By that time, I had been prostituting my body for Alberto for only three months after the day I lost my job.Alberto, he emailed the video to my husband. My husband. Anyways, I m narrating the next part of that.You have read that Me & Ragini met for the first time and we made Love to each other but without intercourse as I don’t like to that with my Love before marriage, else we enjoyed a lot. After that I came back to my city. Then as usual we talked daily on phone, then came December. One day Ragini told to meet again on 20th Dec as it was her weekly off. I also taken leave from office and went to Delhi after booking a taxi for one day. I reached there at. She ran to me and fumbled with the lock on my cuffs, my incoherent screaming probably not helping matters. She was practically bawling as she finally thought to take my gag out. “Oh my God, I can’t get you out,” she sobbed. “I’ll call 911.” She fumbled with the phone, shaking so badly she dropped it. “Karen, stop!” I finally got out. She looked at me, holding the phone. “It’s…um…okay.” She stared at me blankly. My cheeks burned in embarrassment as I admitted it. “I did this to myself.” “What?”.