"OK. Don't worry about it. Yes, we did play some games and, yes, sometimes they did leave a few marks. I like to try things, don't you? It looked like... you did."Lisa let out her breath. "All right, yes. I tried a few. Tell me. Did you like the games you played? Tell me about them."Diana hesitated a little. "I don't want you thinking I'm nuts or perverted or anything. But I guess if you've tried some, you probably won't think that, will you? All right, Brad and I did play some bondage and. Of course some asshole took a picture of it and it came off looking like I was blowing the dude. Fuck! I was passed out. He could have stuck it in my ass and I wouldn’t have noticed but he was cool. He was on tour with me and we had a kick-ass time. He just let me sleep. But ... it was like with you and that chick. The photo seemed to show something that wasn’t true. Unlike Liz, Brandon got really upset.“We hurled accusations back and forth and finally just decided to call it quits. There is. As the stranger walked out of the washroom with a grateful smile and showered her husband with dozens of thanks, Kumar placed his penis on her lips and rubbed it. Feeling deeply miserable, she opened her mouth and started sucking her husband’s penis sincerely while the stranger watched gleefully.Two Years ago:Bhavana and Kumar were celebrating their 10th anniversary. She was 33, chubby after two deliveries and fair skinned. Kumar was tall, dark skinned, of the same age but looked tad younger. Conversely then, from my perspective, with the folded letter lay resting in my shirt pocket, I feel an unusually heavy burden. I’ve a new and unfamiliar responsibility to guard the safety of your secret, and not only must I avoid telling anyone else, but I must also protect your secret from myself. Nevertheless, the mystery of what’s inside your note continues to nag and haunt my conscience. Eventually, I start questioning whether I can actually keep my promise, but thankfully, there’s a trust.