After 4 months I shifted to another city and within 2 months of shifting, she called me saying she is getting married. I congratulated her and thus ou... benefits sharing came to a halt. But destiny has its different role and has its own game plan. Thoughts about her had become a mere memory for me but don’t know why in 2015 I felt like contacting her again. We started with normal Whatsapp chat. Then in June 2015 she called me and told me that she has a divorce a few months back and now she is. “Good evening Ms. Rita!”She must have been in her early thirties, or may be even the late twenties. Reserved by nature and by attire, Ms. Rita had often interacted with him in the past. On top of that, Dobbin had hours of sightseeing experience – observing the bumps poking her shirt, and the cleavage that made an appearance on specific days, and from specific angles. His spot was perfect for such reconnaissance trips.“I guess we are both having a not-so-good holiday season,” she said with a. With Fisah it had been nothing but lust and teenage hormones. Now he had overheard her admitting that she was trying to use sex to control him, to help make it easier to capture him and anyone who happened to be with him.He thought furiously about what to do about the situation. He had most of the day to decide, as he had heard Fisah ask whoever was on the other end of her phone call to wait until later before they came to pick them up. He realised he would need to try and act as if he was. The Mrs D refused and told me to go over to the kitchenette in the office, place my hands on my head and spread my legs apart…so they had a good view of my exposed penis… and urinate on the tiled floor.... they all stood there in front of me, watching me urinate. Mrs D even videoed it on her mobile phone and played it back to me afterwards...once I had urinated on the tiled floor I was made to watch clips of it being re-run over and over again while they laughed at me. Then I had to mop it up.