I could not leave Girija alone as I was not sure how many days it would take for me to return Home. Hence, we both took a direct flight and reached As...am in 3 and half hours. We had to travel hundreds of kilometres to reach our ultimate destination which was a dense forest area. We had to walk 2 kilometres to reach our guest house. There was an Old man waiting for us and he looked too weak to even walk. He took one of our bags and asked us to follow him. He opened the door and handed over the. And she enjoyed it immensely to reply with a stinging put-down. However, that guy had never given her the pleasure. He never even seemed to notice her. Even today, when she was wearing her short denim skirt and sheer white blouse that you cold almost make out her nipples through, he always looked right past her whenever they passed in the corridor. She had begun to think he was gay or something, but she had seen him plenty of times in the company cafeteria having lunch with different women--. Perhaps that’s because, deep down, she knew she was a big girl, who did need someone to care about her.“What did she tell you?” she asked.“That your husband is in prison, and that you can’t talk to your family about it.”“I’m so embarrassed,” she moaned.“Why?” he asked. “It isn’t your fault. You didn’t know anything about his activities ... right?”“No!” she blurted out. “I swear!”“You don’t have to swear,” he said calmly. “I’ll trust your word until you break it.”“Thank you,” she said,. “He started out slowly, but kept escalating, to see how far I could be subdued to his wishes. At first he was much like that night in the frat house room, telling me to strip for him, offer myself, suck his cock, but always behind a locked door. And he wanted it just about every day. Whenever he showed up at my room, or I came to his room, I knew what was expected. Before dinner, after dinner, whenever. “Next he began telling me what to wear, buying me certain kinds of clothes, demanding I go.