I kissed her.It wasn't long before I leaned back and it wasn't much later that I was fully on my bed and she was on top of me. We kissed desperately a... if we hadn't seen each other in years instead of the fifteen hours it only was.I pulled on her shirt eagerly wanting to touch and hold her tits again. She didn't hesitate to raise her arms. As soon as she was topless, she wanted my shirt off too.Lindsay rolled off and to her back, so I rolled on top of her. I wanted more and more of her and I. We were too mature than me, used to take me to where he used to find sexy girls and pointed me at their clothes. “Look at that ! Bomb ! Isn’t she? ” I was all petrified. I had already enough drama in my home.The nest day the bus was all set to go to Marina Beach where Ashok was going to execute his plan. He was famous among women as he had a good sense of humor. He flirted with wives of many others.Beach had all extravaganza. Dance, Alcohol, and all ladies were forced to wear a bikini by all. Greg had started to take some pictures of me, again, all part of his hot wife fantasy and since he was coming back to the house to pick me up for the gathering, he wanted to snap some pictures as I dressed. I did not approve of the pictures he was taking but they were not nude, not even topless so I again gave in. The k**s had a school conference day so they were off playing at a friends house and so when Greg asked me to shower and get my make up on, my new bra, panties, heels and nothing. No one ever hears of Male Victims of Domestic Violence. No talk of battered men. No mention of men attacked at home by their wives or girlfriends. They do exist. These ‘battered men’. It may seem laughable but it is not. You may know a man who is being physically or emotionally abused by his wife or girlfriend at home. He doesn’t let it show. He hides it. Often, he is in deep denial. He may cover up bruises or scars. Yet he suffers. Like the female victims of domestic violence suffer, so do the.