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She watched him click on the camera, recorder and those bright hot lights that would illuminate whatever transpired on this pallet of pain, pain that ...he would welcome. She looked away as he raised his arm, preparing to use the rubber hose on her front side.The first blow caught her squarely across the right breast, flattening the fatty tissue and sending a bolt of pain to her brain. A second followed, now both breasts were radiating pain. Back and forth he hammered her rapidly swelling. “Good,” the man said. “I like a woman who knows how to fuck. Do you want the job? If you do – it’s yours.”Kamala didn’t speak to him as she rolled over on the sofa, crying. But she was confused. She didn’t know exactly what she was crying about. Was it because she had enjoyed having sex with a stranger? She had enjoyed this bizarre fucking more than she had enjoyed the more sedate sex she had with Sri when she’d first gotten married. She felt alive inside, in spite of the humiliation and. More

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