. oh... ohhh... the disgusting horror of that male contact I am forced into. He too is equally revolted, I am sure. They love to make us do things to ...each other of which even a****ls would be ashamed.We have no choice.Unless one prefers to be whipped beyond all reason.Oh, by the gods, sometimes I wish they would literally whip me to death. At least then, it would be all over.The quietus of death...For those who fardels bear, it is something much to be yearned for.Yet... oh yet... how long have. It started when he stopped her working and made her stay at home, always having to have dinner on the table for him etc. He made her always wear, what he said ,were sexy but I thought tarty clothes. I guess now my mum and us are dependent on his money! I’ve heard them having sex, which seems every night, and she sounds in pain. He often goes to the pub afterwards and I hear her crying. Some months ago he started going into Jasmines room when back from the pub, sitting on her bed and trying to. Ammi be hansna suru ho ge tum kiya bacho wali harkat kar rahi hain . or main chup chaap khara dhak raha tha didi ki body ko jo kabhi mainy es nazar say nahi dhaki , didi kay mummay goray chitay , dhood kay bharay hoay gool gool or udhar os ki friend kay didi say kuch chhotay thay magar piyaray lag rahay thay or didi passenay say bhare hoe thi after 2 hour bad didi ki friend gaye or jatay jatay didi ko bolti gye , plz be care full … hoSakay to avoid karna mujay be call kar kay batana kiya bana. ’ ‘Why would I think that?’ He asked curiously. ‘I saw the fucking news Carl.’ Rachel screamed. She watched the detective’s face go from green to pale, then back to green. He hurried toward her and ushered her into one of the witness statement rooms. Sound proof. When the door closed he rounded on her but she slapped him hard across the face. He knew he deserved it and bit his lip. ‘How did you do it?’ She demanded. ‘Do what Rachel?’ Carl asked. ‘i saw his body Carl!’ she yelled. ‘I.