I leave her like this while I go downstairs and pour a drink, return and watch from the doorway as she moans and squirms begging for attention. I re-...enter the bedroom, walk up and slap her bound engorged tits, lightly at first and then a little harder and she begs for more. I pinch and pull her nipples and she moans. I stick my now rock hard cock in her mouth and plunge it down her throat. I watch as it goes down her throat, I can see the bulge as it fills her throat, I continue to abuse her. I panicked. I shouldn’t have let him in. He must have smelled the fresh fragrance of cum that permeated the air. My eyes glanced over the bed; in my hurry, I had forgotten to adjust the bed cover. It was a complete mess; the bed cover was completely crumpled. There it was a small wet spot on the sheets, almost an inch in diameter. For a moment, I felt that my heart would stop beating. I moved to the bed quickly and sat so my body hid the spot from Adeel’s view. Adeel looked at me, suspiciously.. We had booked January 2nd. All January I was in what can only be described as frisson of fear. Plain unadulterated fear. Just what had I gotten in to? Why in Gods name after four years of cyber friendship risk everything on a real life meet. I was surely mad! As February marched forwards my fear was palpable I phoned to cancel the booking several times I never let it actually ring. I stood before the mirror it was just hours before I flew out west. ‘You are fat you are no oil painting. You are. I was merely recording irrelevant data.”I stared at her for a moment, both taking in her new appearance and letting what she said soak in. “Just how much irrelevant data do you record?”She nodded. “Quite a bit, actually. I’m beginning to understand why you don’t recall every detail with perfect clarity.”“And that is?” I asked.She rubbed her temple. “It’s giving me a headache.”I frowned. “Is that a joke or are you really in pain?”She looked at her own hand. “Well, I don’t actually feel anything..