The below narration is about yet another Indian bride who under goes the trauma and pain she experiences due to her hubby’s habits and behavior. Ali...ha sat at the kitchen table, looking at the gold band on her finger. It seemed she spent every Sunday in the kitchen while her husband and his new friends played games at one of the many casinos at Las Vegas. Alisha was one of the many Indian girls who left behind her parents, friends & well wisher with many a dream to the land of opportunity, only. My pussy was creamy wet and my clit pulsated with desire. There was no turning back now. Pushing my cutoffs all the way down, I kicked them across the room leaving me in just my panties. I continued to dance but added a twist by running my hand down into my panties and rubbing myself. “Oh goddamn baby” James moaned as he jerked his hand up and down his shaft. I was as turned on as I’d ever been and definitely ready for some dick as I climbed down off the table. Moving over in front of James, I. They helped me all they could. When Ashley was about a year old, she got sick and had to go to the hospital for almost a week. The bill ran close to thirty thousand dollars. We had insurance, which covered eighty percent of it, but I was now making payments on the other six thousand dollars."Things were a bit tight when I met DJ. He started coming in to the club and kept coming on to me. He asked me out and I decided to go. He was black and the others were white. I guess the color doesn't make. He noticed this,and let go of one of her arms and slid his hand up under her skirt, sliding upthe inside of her leg, as if to show her that there were any number of ways tobroach her defenses.This assault on her sex was too much, took the whole thing to another level,and she began to fight, but it was a strangely tense and silent struggle?herlabored panting and struggling for breath and occasional groan of resistance;the soft creak and rustle of her leather coat; the lewd suck of his mouth.