It was a fountain that would never run dry, saturating her body until there was just as much of it as her in her own body, hidden deep in her black in...ides.***Phoebe woke up sick. She thought she should run to the bathroom, but found she was there already. That was lucky. She was back at her house (although she didn’t remember how she got here), half-dressed with her legs bare. Her calves and ankles were cut and bleeding and, as she watched with a vague horror, her cat, Belladonna, crouched. “You make sure he comes back, all right?” “Should I put the dog collar and leash on him for you?” “You have one of those?” “Oh, hell, yes! And when I hand the leash to you, he’s yours until you hand him off to somebody else.” “Jazz!” Jeremy protested. “I know,” Jasmine grinned. “It was supposed to be our little secret. He likes it, though, when I order him around.” Tanya smiled brightly. “I sort of noticed that last night.” She turned back to Jeremy. “Tonight, you’re mine.” She kissed him on. However, we continued chatting over WhatsApp and sharing nudes. Ten to fifteen days went by like this. Then it was time to return home for Avantika. The good part of her returning home was that she was all alone in the afternoon. Her husband used to go to work, and her son used to be at school. Her in-laws would be in a different room. So she was all alone in her room.We used to indulge in video calls, and she used to strip for me. It was not possible for me to reciprocate as I used to be in. Now what are all these photo's about?"David slowly rolled over and brought his knees up under his body. The ringing in his head had begun to dissipate. He could taste blood, and his couldn't see out of his left eye. Holding onto the chair he lifted himself up. Again using the chair he stood, his balance was not good, and his chest felt as if it were pierced by several daggers. 'More broken ribs" he thought. "Those pictures you have are nothing, they don't mean anything. They're a private.