Usne mujhe rang lagate waqt uska lund mere lund se takaraiya. Wajah pata nahi par uska lund utha hua tha. Mujhe bohot acchha laga jab uska lund mere b...dy se touch hota color lagate time pe.Usne mujhe puccha ki Harshada kidhar hai. Maine uske aankho mein mere biwi ko chodane ki aag dekhi. Aur main khud ko rok na paya aur maine use kaha, “Harshada upar soyi hai. Use bhi rang lagao phir mujhe lagana. Tab tak main bahar tumhare dosto ke saath Holi khelata hun.”Use bhi yahi chahiye tha. Woh upar. “Good-mornin',” he said.“Mornin’ sunshine. Hungry?”“I guess.”Titus handed him the pack of wipes.“Here, clean up any mess you made last night.”He struggled into his jeans and climbed out of the cab. He waited for Curtis and they trudged to the restroom.“Titus,” Curtis said, “can I have a shower?”“You think you have to wash my smell off you?”Curtis looked at him with a combination of confusion and hurt. Titus grabbed the back of his neck.“I’m pullin’ your chain. You want a shower you got a. Tarnished. Ruined. It’s times like these that all she can see on her body are his handprints, forever burned into her flesh. It pains me to see her like this. None of it’s true, but I can’t make her see that. I can’t make her heal faster. I can only help, remind her of her worth, remind her I care for her, remind her that it will be ok, and, sometimes, hold her while she does the exact opposite. Hold her while she beats herself up. Hold her while she tells herself she is broken. Hold her while. She still had plenty of paper towels."Listen carefully, Sharon, this is how things are going to work: I've decided to keep you." You will remain here as long as you do as you are told and do not become a nuisance to me. You are my sexual toy, and I will use you any way I wish, as often as I wish. Do you understand?" Yes sir," came the somber reply."Good. Every aspect of your life will be based on rewards and punishment. Your hesitation last night resulted in punishment, and I can see that you.