He wanted to divorce Pallavi, thinking that she was a lesbian. He even threatened that he would tell her very conservative family that she was a lesbi...an. Savita wanted to help Pallavi. She was weeping already.Raghav gave Savita a choice, prove that Savita wasn’t a lesbian or agree that Pallavi was her girlfriend.When it came to handling a cock, there was no one better at it than Savita. Savita let Raghav touch her bare skin. Holding her neck, she kissed his lips. Raghav was a strong rude man.. She put a hand on my inside thigh about half way up and stroked slowly and gently. She also laid her head on my shoulder. I leaned down and kissed her forehead.We sat like that for a few long minutes. She yawned and I said, “I guess it’s time for me to go to my dorm. I think all the excitement is over.” She nodded smiling. I stood and she joined me to give me a hug and a light kiss on my lips. I left for my dorm room.Carl was just getting into bed when I arrived. We went to bed. In the morning,. She knew she was wet and the chance to get in the water would be the perfect way of hiding any evidence of the fact.The pool was warm as she stepped in, but not too much and she knew that as soon as she pressed the button to start the bubbles, it would all add to the cooling process. She sat back in the captains chair, slung her arms out each side and fumbled around for the button, all while keeping her eyes shut. "Oh my God!" she thought. The only outward sign of the way the bubbles were. I was really intrigued by it because I have my own story to tell but I never thought I would be sharing it with anyone, ever. My own nasty little tale of debauchery is one that I know I should feel ashamed of, but to be honest, like these other storytellers, I feel very little remorse. So, with some trepidation, and a certain sense of “me too,” I began to write my own confession. Chapter Two. You could say I have a bit of a predicament. I'm happily married, well sort of, well I'm married anyway.