Her life, or at least her health, was at stake. Survival instinct will always get the upper hand, in the end."They forced you to do this, Anna. No nee... to feel guilty!"Still sitting on top of the guard, she held her breath and listened carefully. The only sound she could hear was the faint breathing of the man she had just knocked out. It was almost a miracle that all the rumble during their fight hadn't alarmed anyone through the open door. But then, she could really use a bit of good fortune. He, I noted, was a genuinely well put together man, robust but not too much so. A dark beard, a quaint affectation to this modern fable gave him the look of a woodcutter. He would have not been out of place in a tale by the Brother’s Grim I thought as I leaned forward. I slid four one hundred dollar bills across the mahogany bar to him. ‘Blow the dust off that twenty-five year old bottle of Glenmorangie single-malt you have under the counter. And a freshly washed Glencairn glass, cleaned with. Me: kawal chal saali ko bathroom mein hi daboch lete hain. Kawal: haan yaar mast chut hai saali raand ki mazza ayega aaj. Hum dono ne apne poore kapde utar diye. Priti bathroom ka darwaza khol ke naha rahi thi. Hum dono ko nanga dekh ke priti shock ho gayi aur phir muskarana bhi lagi.Priti: chalo an nange ho hi gaye ho toh aa jao andar. Shower mein mazze karenge. Mein priti ko smooch kar raha tha aur uski chut pe apna lauda ragad raha tha aur kawal peeche se priti ki gaand pe apna lauda ragaad. Is that what my life has come to? I'm stroking his dick with one hand,pressing and caressing his prostate --- in his fucking asshole --- withmy other hand, and I'm watching the fucker squirm like a worm in heat.I was getting mad. I stroked his cock harder. Faster. "Is this what youwant, my little cock?"I pressed harder on his walnut. I inserted another finger in his hole.I pressed harder yet again. "You want me to finger your ass, don'tyou?" I hissed at him."Yes!" he pleaded in growing ecstasy..