Well, not exactly, as while browsing Facebook one fine day, I mistook her for my friend and added her. She accepted my friend request in few hours and...I thought her to be my old school friend and tried initiating a chat with her.After some futile attempts of teasing my school friend, which she wasn’t, we realized the goofup and I apologized. She continued the chat, as she was kind of feeling lonely and had nothing to do, while I was traveling back home in the train and had nothing do. Yes, it was as much her decision as his, but he didn’t have to go through with it did he. He didn’t have to feel the anguish, the hurt, the pain. He didn’t have to go through the complications and the uncertainty. He just didn’t care. His life was safe and secure and on track.She was the one now living with her parents who got up at night rushing into her room to comfort her through the nightmares. Not Robert. No, Robert was fucking Rebecca Thompson in his one-bedroomed flat, no doubt.Helen. Then dress her up as a hooker and then sell her. Then Phil’s face really lit up when he said he was going to watch her get fucked. Of course, Sheila refused and then Phil told her, he would divorce her if she didn’t. “No money for you, babe, remember our pre-nuptial,” Phil sneered. Earlier, that day Sheila had her legs spread wide for Phil. He wanted to make sure she was clean-shaven for her customers. Sheila felt so humiliated as Phil shaved her clean. She also noticed how turned on Phil was. While walking he told Savita, “I’ll go first and you come later,” to which she never replied. We went into his room and I insisted on having the door shut as if I felt a bit shy. I told him to remove his lungi and t-shirt and just come in his undies.He agreed and lay on his tummy on the bed. He was just in his grey jockey and I started about my business. He handed me a bottle of coconut oil since he didn’t have any ayurvedic or massage oil. I started from the top to his legs. Time passed by and.