The clock on the wall above me read 3:10 I had five minutes to get out to my car and get back to my apartment so that I had no choice of seeing Megan....After what her brother did I really didn’t want to have to face him again. Mathew, Megan’s brother cussed me out and said that if he saw me “violating” his little sister again he would find a way to castrate me. Just the thought of that was enough to scare my tits into not thinking about Megan.Soon I was at the car and almost in when I faintly. ” Rajit ‘assumed the position’ kneeling in front of me and Belinda quickly circled around the store so that she could see me as he unwrapped the shoes and loosened the laces. “Right foot, please Rupali.” I lifted my foot and pointed my toes for him; straight at his groin, I noticed. Is that Freudian? He slipped it gently onto my foot, touching me all over – especially around my new erogenous zone behind the ankle – and sending shivers up my calf. Taking care not to pinch with the laces against. She was imagining me fucking her while she was getting fucked. He turned her around. And she came over him in cowgirl position. She started pounding him and making him suck her boobs. They fucked for 15 minutes. He came inside her.They both were tired and were cuddling each other. Then she got up, and went and wore her maid dress which was only an apron. And started doing all the household chores. He lit up a cigarette and gave it to her. She was smoking. I was shocked to see this.She was his. I don’t want people thinking I’m married to a guy.”“So is Bobby the one who gave you the nickname ‘Franc’,” asked Katie, although she remembered the story from years before.“No, it was my dad. My oldest sister was named Theresa, but he called her ‘Terri’, my next sister was Linda, but my dad called her ‘Lindi’. After three girls and no boys, I guess he had enough, so while my name is Frances, he immediately started calling me ‘Franc’. My mom said he wouldn’t let me wear hand-me-down clothes.