My Darla wasn't upstairs either. I called out her name! Silence.I glanced out an upstairs window.There she was, thank God! But she was wandering rando...ly it seemedalong the floral walk in our back garden, leaning over now and thento pick flowers for our dinner table I supposed, thenabsent-mindedly breaking their stems or snapping off their heads,one after another. Plainly, disturbed by her thoughts! Thistroubled me. My Darla should never feel disturbed by her thoughts!I came down and stepped. I was dreaming every night about my dream man. I was excited to get married again. The thought that I can have sex again after a long time was arousing me and making feel excited. I removed my inhibitions and hesitations and started being more open and vocal about my choices and preferences with my husband.One fine day, we got an std call from Delhi. It was my nephew. He was my husband’s elder sister’s son. He was just 27 years old and working as a software engineer for a reputed MNC. He spoke. I sat on the computer while they did their thing on my bed, but when it was time to sleep and I had to kick him out (he couldn't be seen leaving my house in the morning), she slept naked and covered in cum, sprawled out over most of the bed. Those nights that she was left in a heterosexual sex c***, she didn't want to spoon or touch me in any way sexual. But to be fair, whenever I had a guy over at the same time that she was there, I usually ignored her, too.The morning after she reeked of cum,. Her eyes grew damp, and she realized that she was totally in love with Tina. If Tina would have her, she knew exactly where the negotiations would go on Saturday.Tina leaned forward and slowly locked the smooth, stainless steel collar around Cindy's neck, positioning it so that the ring was in the front. Cindy felt faint. She felt... well, she felt like she had the first time she'd kissed someone. Only this was a thousand times stronger -- nothing had ever felt like this.Tina pulled her up onto.