I decided I would do that as soon as I finished watching the video . . . .Woke up at dawn with my phone out of battery and my dick in my hand. I fixe... that real quick and put the phone to charge. My head was pounding. I put on some coffee and got enough juice on the phone to text my friend and said: Sorry man lots to drink last night. I took the half empty bottle of the bourbon I had been drinking and put it upside-down in the sink. By that time my friend had texted back: I should be. His billing office, Kevin worked in medical billing, also. “Mez, what are you doing?” He had changed into his “Victory Is Mine.” Stewie pajama pants and that was it. He stood in the door way, his tattoos on his chest rose and fell with his ribcage. My lips trembled; he was a sin in himself. I just realized the time lapse between Seattle and BellaDonna, it was almost 11. “I’m not doing anything, gosh.” “I didn’t know you were so nosy.” He said pulling me out of the room by my hand. His hands. A dare . A mistake. Crying and saying stop. I drove for a while , argued. swore at her. Called her names and accused her of everything. She said she was sorry. Very sorry and would do anything for forgiveness . I stopped the car, it was a dark lane, in the countryside, I walked round to her side of the Range rover. Opened the door and pulled her out. Still crying and protesting. I turned her round, lifted up her dress. She was wearing expensive shoes, stockings and suspenders. I bent her over. Hum room main aa gaye thodi der daad unhone poocha kya ek baar fir karen to maine kaha jaisa aap theek samjhe wo bed par se uthe aur apne breafcase se 30000 rs lakar mujhe diye aur kaha ye tumhare hain maine lene se mana kiya to kehane lage ye maine tumhari wajah se jeete hain is se main tumhari keemat nahi laga raha plz le lo maine paise le liye unhone poocha kya tum mera land coosana pasand karogi maine kaha rir maine aaz tak aisi choodai nahi ki aap jo kahenge main wo karoongi unhone apna.