..Breakfast over, I went to my room to dress. When I walked passed my ipad, I took my usual glance, she wasn’t there. Then I stopped and looked agai.... The bathroom door was open, something she never did.She was in the shower, I could vaguely see her outline as she moved about. Must have forgotten to shut the door, was the obvious thought.I carried on to my closet. After deciding which clothes to wear, I began to dress. Bugger! I had left my panties on the bathroom floor, mum wouldn’t like. I had language problemthere also. I met with few prostitute also, but they were also black, not up-tomy expectation. I lost one day, but I gotconfident and obsessed for promotion. I went to vishakha-patnam next day also,but nothing happened. Interview day was just three days ahead and I had nothingwith me. By then I was desperate about my promotion. I was thinking what to do?Anyhow I wanted to get promoted atleast to take my revenge.Next day when I went outside to just check chance if I could. His mouth clasped my right nibble and his dribbled dripped onto my stomach. He pushed his hands down my panties and started to play with my clit before pushing his fat fingers inside me. It hurt, so I closed my eyes and pretended that it wasn’t happening. I hadn’t let anyone touch me since I was raped and it brought back all those bad memories. But even so, my pussy got soaking wet after a few minutes of hard fingering. It wasn’t an emotional reaction, my body knew that I was about to be. 'By the time Connie came back I had the reds set up, the colours on their spots and was about to cue up. I wondered if there would be any change to my game because despite Connie's opinion I was a very average player.'How can you even ask a question like that little brother, I mean haven't you been bowling long enough to know the answer to that. Now start practicing so I can concentrate on looking around.'I set the cue ball in bulk between the brown and the yellow and decided to try and come.