The evil thoughts continued racing through his body. He had to end it today, the pain was too much to bear. Once again returning to the chair, he slid...home the magazine once again. Sitting back, he listened to Bach’s ‘Violin Concerto No. 1 in A minor’ and he tried to will away the pain and evil. However, even listening to the soft violins in the background, the pain was still tremendous. Why, of all days, did it hit so strong and stay with him as it had? Some days, pain was but a fleeting. She fought, trying to clench against him and he could makevery little headway. Finally, he spoke to her. "Bear down like you're going to shit," he said, "My hand's going up yourfilthy little ass, slave and there's nothing you can do to prevent it. Butif you bear down maybe it won't hurt so much." The anal ring clamped around the first joint of his fingers suddenly loosenedand his hand slid forward. Elated, he continued to push, ignoring the muffledgrunts and screams coming from the other end. Ami anek somey bhabtam je, jadi boudir moton shundor amar bou hoto to take roz ratre take nengto kore kam kore char bar kore chudtam. Kali pujor someye boudi ke nijer baper bari jabar chilo. Dada amake bollo, “partho, tyi tor boudir songe amar shasur bari chole ja ami ekhon office theke chuti pachhee na.” Railway station bhison bhir chilo. Ami boudie pechone danriye reservation conterer diko egochilam. Bhirer chote ami kakhono giye boudir gaye songe lepte jaghillam. Amar bara ta theke theke. .Unke sone k thodi der baat meine apne hath fir unke pet pe rakha..Unhone koi react ni kia..Maine b apni eyes close kr rakhi thi k agr vo uthi toh smjegi k nind mein hi hath rakha gya hai..Jb unhone kuch ni kha tb maine apne right hand unke right boob pr rakha…Jinhone kbi aisa kia hai vo ache se smj skte hai k us tym meri situation kaisi rhi hogi..Dil 150 ki speed se dhadak rha tha..Fir dhire dhire maine usse dbana suru kia…Fir maine left wale ko b dbaya…Ye process itna slow tha k pta hi ni.