Jab uska pic aya toh dekhta hi reh gaya uski nangi kamar n back ko.. Aur hilane laga uske naam ka..5min hogaye vo puche ja rahi thi kya hua bhai kaha ...gayab hogaya lekin mai toh apni duniya me tha.. Muth mara n fir hosh me aya.. Usko bola chek kar raha tha pannu tym lagta hai usme na… Phir usko kuch davai lene bola kuch din n uske baad wapis call karne bola..Doo din baad uska call aya.Me: kaisi hai pannu n nck kaisa hai tera.Paannu : pehle se acha hai lekin abhi b dard hai. Kya karu..??Me: maine. Little slut. Simpering, I bentforward and lifted her skirt. A vagina. At least Raoul was keeping hisword. He had never promised to be faithful, only that he would never bewith another special lover. One like me. Only me. He saved anal forme, and never with a real girl. And I was his only special girl.When I came back later with dessert, Raoul had her bent over the table,taking her from behind. I took out the squeeze bottle of lube anddribbled a little on his hard penis. The action. The wounds of betrayal still fester under the band-aides of hope and forgiveness.There is no point in hiding it, I want revenge. And I want it bad. I want to make Chris feel the same pain I did. I want to make him pay for what he did in every sense. He is going to suffer. He is going to cry.I'm going to break Chris.Only then can we begin to build each other up and realise what we have is worth saving.I'm going to sleep with another man. I want to know what it feels like to make love… no, not. Around him were three walls of library full of books of all kinds from philosophy to alchemy. The fourth was the chalkboard he wrote on. Etched into the book shelves were windows that looked outside. Across the room was the door into another study and then a hallway to the rest of the manor. He paused for a second and wiped the white chalk powder on his suit; being black it showed the chalk quite well. He thought silently glairing at the board as if it were something foreign he had yet to name..