A whole ton of people on the bus got hurt, but most of them minor injuries, and of course, my 'girlfriend' didn't get hurt at all.She's already taking...off, making some excuses. I saved her life. Fuck her. Janitor, you want her? Her address is 2844 Maeden Lane, Apt 44, and she's got a key hidden above the door frame. Have fun.As I sit listening to my mother babble on in her mind, I can't help but feel she's suppressing something. Something dark, something hidden.I have learned that the closer I. I am Isha and I am back with my story of fucking.Rohit as you know works in the recovery department of my bank and is a handsome brute who has no respect whatesoever for any woman expecially me.He fucks me at will and then calls me a cheap slut a whore. My body to which all my clients/collegeus and bosses are slave is a slave fro him.today he had sent me a msg simply asking me to be ready and waiting for him at one i the noon. I cancelled all my appointments and waited for him in the basement. The waitress came by and I ordered for both of us, and just as she was turning to leave Ellen returned. I immediately put my hand out as I stood. She looked around and handed me the bra and then sat down.Our food came and we continued to talk. I told her that when she was with me she would never look another person, male or female in the face, she was to fix her gaze either at the first open button of a shirt/blouse or just below the neckline of a sweater or dress. Nodding as she was digesting. But he wasn't shirtless. Michael, his best friend, waswearing a sports bra. When Michael saw George he quickly covered historso with his uniform shirt, and his face turned completely red. Georgejust said, "I... I'm sorry!" before running away.George and Michael didn't talk throughout the entire week. Every timetheir looks crossed both blushed completely. George felt really curiousabout why his friend was wearing a bra, but he didn't dare to ask him.But it wasn't needed because the next Monday,.