Tilda had just had her heart broken after finding out her boyfriend and first love had cheated on her. Her friends had convinced her to go to an onlin... chat room to meet some guys, just to build her confidence, they had said. After a few visits she was fed up with all the bland horny guys online who kept asking for naked pictures without ever trying to get to know her. She had a wild streak, but these idiots never even came close to seeing it. Then, on what Tilda promised herself would be her. Mujhe pata tha ki wo drink v karti hai so humne 4 beer le liye aur sidhe uske ghar chale gaye..The flat was fully decorated.Hey i forgot to tell her name ..Her name is simran .So fir humne beer pina strt kiya toh wo mujhe puchhi mere gf ke bare me.Toh me bola i had a break up nd no gf now.So puchhi ki mere bare me kya khayal hai toh me bola ki u r married na .So wo boli ki her husband is a miney minded person nd nt giving her much time .So aisa bolke wo mere paas aakar beth gai chipak ke.Ek toh. That Saturday, Melanie's mother came fora visit. A visit that, unknown to me, would radically change my life.We had already moved out of our respective apartments, and put a downpayment on a nice little California craftsman style bungalow. The housewas sort of bare, as my mismatched furniture had gone the way of theGoodwill, and Melanie had decided that she didn't like her sleek modernfurniture in this style house. In fact, the only room that had anyfurniture to speak of was the bedroom, and. I didn't want to feel so turned on. I backed up. I'm not gay! I went back, she was so beautiful. NO! I shouldn't feel like that. I'm a tough trades man. I went to my bag and took out my duct tape. No one fucking does that to me!I roughly threw her, (no him!I shouldn't be feeling like this I said to myself) to the ground. I ripped open the duct tape and roughly tied her hands behind her back. I then took a piece and put it over her mouth. Hopefully the strange attraction I had towards her (no.