I had become a cur and fully knew my place without question. I yearned to be the gimp and thought of the bowl as I was thrashed with gusto by the wick...d Myrna, whose pussy was dribbling with supreme erotic pleasure as she applied each stroke with no mercy. The women started to clap in time once more, as I humped and squirmed in my lubrication as the cane was brought home, bringing me closer to orgasm. The pain became divine as my balls tensed and the heavenly rush of absolute ecstasy flooded. " Well she is old enough to marry by English Law and you are now living in England Mr. Singh." That is true Mr. Nash, but we are still Indian Seikh's and we must live by our traditional customs." Oh well Mr. Singh perhaps Reeta is more western than Seikh now. I wish you luck, but many young people from India are now adopting European habits where marriage and courtship are concerned."As I spoke I took my evening paper and wished the troubled Mr. Singh goodnight."I dashed to my car and jumped in. You'll get better. We'll get better. I won't let you go again."I knew he meant it. It didn't matter, though. I was going to die soon.I asked him how he found me. I didn't understand what he was doing here and I was curious to know how he found me.He replied, "I received that check you sent me from the sale of the house. I tore it up. I was so pissed. Not at you. I was mad at myself for being such a stupid asshole. I realized I had let the best thing that ever happened to me get away. No, worse. I was sure he would just touch me and go away. So I decided to pretend to be asleep.He put his hand under my blanket and touched my thighs. He tried to go up but my shorts were there. He dropped it and pulled my t shirts up. I was not wearing bra. He got full access to my 32F boobs and kneaded it like a dough. He put another hand over the other boobs and pressed it. Every once in a while checking if I was awake. I lay still.He pushed my t shirts to my neck and started suckling my nipples. He.