Phir raat 9:45 ek garden me roka jaha hum dono hi the phir mai or aunty garden me baithe or wo mujhe boli ki kamal tum aaj mujhe apni bana lena mai ek...achhi biwi ban na chahti hu. Aaj se mai sirf tumhari or phir mai use hug kiya or uske boobs ko blouse k upar se hi choosa jis wajah se uske blouse me nipple wala jagah bahut gila ho gaya tha phir usne mere lund pe haath phiraya to mera lund khda ho gaya to aunty boli ki aaj mujhe is lollypop ka swad chakna h kya tum ise taste karwaoge to mai bola. I also wore a short skirt, powder blue in contrast to my white shirt, with no panties on underneath. My sandals made no sound on the concrete as I did the Slut Strut, placing one foot directly in front of the other so my hips swiveled. Jesus, what the fuck else can I do to signal I wanna be violently fucked???Men passed by. I smiled at them demurely, but most of them were clearly nervous. And look, I get it, okay? What I seek is risky for a man in this day and age: Grabbing me, dragging me into. "A day?" I said, astonished."Yeah," she said. "You were obviously badly in need of a good rest." I guess so," I said."How are you feeling," she asked."Really good, I think," was my reply. It felt strange being here, wherever I was, and however I got here, but I felt calm.And then I finally, suddenly realized who she was, and my heart raced."Wait. Is your name Olivia?" I asked."Yes," she replied. "How do you know?" You're Olivia Holt," I said."It's just Olivia," she replied with a quizzical look. 'Come along young lady, I've a busy schedule today,' Margaret said.The look on her mother's face was a desperate plead for rescue. Ayesha was shocked, but she quickly recovered. 'It's alright, I'll take her. You are very busy so I can at least help,' Ayesha offered.Her mother had automatically risen from her chair by the woman's authoritative manner. It was one thing telling her daughter off, quite another speaking to a government official.The woman grabbed Ishrat's hand and led her away..