This story is of a hot kashmiri rickshaw guy I met and had sex with… A little about me, I am Forever 21, kidding I’m 29, but look in my 20s, got a...perfectly curved body and 5. 8 inches tall, fair, golden hair.This story starts from a beautiful night, I met a friend who was celebrating his anniversary at a Restro Bar in Andheri, we had a lot of alcohol shots, different flavours and ate some amazing food.We friends got done from the Restro bar and proceeded to the person’s house who was. The doorbell was rang like 15 times too. It stopped and I texted her if everything was okay and she said it was. Then it happened again but much much more worse and aggressive. I texted her again if we should call the cops. She said no. I heard her go downstairs and open the door and heard screaming, pushing and her crying and a man slamming stuff and yelling at her. I was terrified and hid in my room like a pussy. I locked my bedroom door. He eventually left after going through her bedroom.. It was a black lace bra with very narrow back strap, it had no padding inside, and made of very thin material and the elastic part had no longer the elastic effects. I gave it to my aunt and went out of the room. A minute later she called me in, and to my surprise she was wearing the bra and showing me how she looked and was laughing at the way it fit her and thought I’ll find it funny as well. It fit my aunt very loose and was almost falling down if it hadn’t been for the shoulder straps, her. " Sure Mary, I understand. Let me walk you to your car." OK, thanks." We walked back down the mall and took the elevator up to the third level parking. The floor was deserted except for my van and one other car that was parked clear across the floor. "That's my car John, the utility van." I pointed it out to him."Well that's certainly a strange vehicle for a woman, a utility van." It originally belonged to my father and because I am always hauling things around town he gave it to me." I opened.