I lifted my dress until it was wrapped around my waist and repositioned myself either side of his double bass.He had me slither my faint blonde pubes ...p to the centre edge of the bass and told me to wrap my legs around it. I was to push myself as close to the frame as I could until my clit met with the edge of the back side of the bass. He then told me to open my lips and push forward a little further. The wood was surprisingly cold and it excited me as I nestled my lips upon it. I must have. We had plenty of young tough guys come into the joint, but they weren’t so tough after a night with one or more of our little gang here.”“Please don’t do this. I didn’t mean to hurt Claudia. I just get excited bullying other people, especially women.”Spike looked at him with contempt. “Kyle, you ever see that movie about the whitewater rafters who run into some backwoods people?” “Yeah, I think so.”“Do you remember that famous line when they tied the one guy to a tree and sodomized. It tasted just like a pumpkin spice latte.I had to sit down.I replayed in my mind the earlier encounter. I clearly recalled my feelings of dread and the chills that went through my body when that bitch went off in that weird language of hers.Had she somehow cursed me? Was that even possible? Was she a witch or what?I looked at my cup of breastmilk latte and shook my head.No. I was going insane. This was just a trick of the mind. A very odd one, but no way. Perhaps it was just regular breastmilk. I m a great fan of the stories here and have read almost each and every story on this site and have shared many of my experiences with you all. This incident took place few years back when I got a job in a private firm in Hyderabad and joined as an executive which was my first job. My boss was a US returned guy, very decent guy from whom I got the inspiration to migrate to US for career opportunity and reap the benefits in the future here which I did later. He was not just a boss to me but a.