I finally found someone that I liked talking to and we found a little chemistry too."You know it's not that funny," he said."Yes it is. You actually h...ad 'I just got fucked hard', written on your forehead, with a sharpie for two days straight, and you had no idea?" I had to know."Yes," he eventually let me know.Obviously he couldn't hear me, but I was laughing out loud. Then I checked out some his pictures. He also had brown hair and eyes, but he looked taller than me. He was cute and I could. I would expect there to be massive damage to her internal organs, but that is not what killed her. She has been choked to death; it was asphyxiation that killed the poor soul. Her genitalia and her immature breasts have been mutilated; her nose slit and an ear removed. I would hope those wounds were inflicted after her death." He sighed. "They are practically the same injuries that the poor lad at Wilsford displayed, given the difference in gender." Wasn't that devil worship; is this another. We have my parents'cottage on the lake. Unless you want to participate, you'd never need to know."Yeah, I'd never know. I'd never know what the next man who stopped by my office, or took the barstool next to mine would have to say. Would he tell me how she'd begged him to fill her sucking mouth or tight ass? Tell me what he did for her that I couldn't? Tell me that she needed him so much that he had to take her from me?"I love you more than ever. You've still got me, anywhere, anytime, anyhow. “If I was you, I would have said ‘Diwakar Sir, Please fuck my wife.’ That is how you do business at this age.” My grandad could see Mr. Kumar slowly being influenced. He was an earnest man, but very naive.“So, Mr. Kumar, if I promise you orders of 6 containers, every month, will you let me take your wife for a ride? Your wife’s pussy will be your one-time investment,” my grandad had an evil look in his eyes.Mr. Kumar was taken aback when he heard what my grandad had to say, but, still.