He loves the sinners so much that all those straight-laced fuckers who arrive at church ahead of me each week are desperate to be sinners. The totally... invent sins out of thin fucking air, just so they can feel guilty and get some loving.Like "sins of the mind". What the fuck is that? They want to feel guilty for just coveting someone's ass. Not me. If I'm going to pay the price, the least I'm going to do is have a real, bad-ass, don't-look-at-me-that-way-or-I'll-kick-your-ass sin to atone for.I. I connected to the wifi and was scrolling through the FB feed and I felt a touch on my shoulder and turned around to see a lady covered in a scarf and was wearing specs. She said her name was Ravalika and I asked her what was it with the scarf?She didn’t want to reveal herself till Saturday and I was kinda disappointed with it. She actually wore a burkha and I ordered food and she insisted on paying the bill. I let her and it was 8 by the time we finished dinner and spoke a lot of things and. He knows I'll take it—and thank him afterwards. She could feel his eyes on her as they both savored her helplessness and subjection.She didn't know what she expected—blows from some mysteriously-appearing implement to start falling on her, maybe—but she was surprised when all he did was reach down and remove the cinch above her elbows. She sighed in relief as her shoulders relaxed, but he left her hands cuffed.He told her to get up and she struggled to her knees first, craning her neck to look. " Actually having sex with my wife?" Ryan asked. Consuela nodded, too embarrassed to speak."Oh, yeah... I can testify to that," Ryan assured her. Consuela sat quietly, her eyes holding his. Hers were filled with a sudden sympathy."Maybe not," she said hesitantly. "Maybe you shouldn't... it might not be a good thing... there'd be questions... and..."Ryan smiled. It was the predatory smile of a shark nosing in for the kill."Consuela, my marriage is over. Our vows were broken before... they've.