Shy girl.When did I ruin it?It wasn't the day I passed an antiques shop in Brighton and saw an Art Nouveau lapel pin in the shape of a cello. Oh, she'...ll love that! I bought it, though it was more than I could afford. While the shop owner wrapped it in tissue and put it in a small, white box of folded cardboard, I plotted how I'd give it to her. I finally decided to place it atop her pillow and let her find it. I could hardly wait.It didn't happen a week later, when we sat for forty-five minutes. Three days had went by when I got a text on my phone from an area code I was not familiar with. The text simply said "Hello". I text hello back and received a reply that said, "This is Sheila, we met the other day at the car wash". We than began a text conversation. She said she would like to go to dinner but that it could only be on a "friend" basis and that she was leaving the next morning to go back home. We set up the time and I met her at the restaurant which is inside the hotel she was. I gave her a hard slap across her face. She was stunned and before she could realize, I held her neck. I asked, “Do you want me to be rough, bitch?”As I was choking her, she struggled to answer but managed to say yes.I then spat on her face and also in her mouth and ordered her to swallow it. Then I slapped her boobs making them red without releasing the hold on her neck. I rubbed her clit really fast and her eyes were rolling due to the building up of n orgasm.When the sexy Indian wife Carol. If I'm not mistaken, I detected a new hint of understanding and camaraderie. She now knew what it was like to want something so badly that nothing could stop you from dropping everything and going after it.We headed upstairs to find Charlotte. My insides were all tangled and anxious of course. I so badly wanted to see her, just to look at her, see her hair and her eyes, hear her voice again, hear her giggle. On the other hand I was horrified about seeing her. What if she was passed out with.