This incident happened when I was going to college.I and my friend were waiting for the bus. We waited for a long time but still, there was no sign of...the bus.“Shall we take an auto?” my friend suggested.I agreed so we went to the auto stand. There was a share auto available. It was a small van like a vehicle that could 10 people and the passenger seats were full. So I got in the front with the driver. The driver was a dark skinned, muscular guy. He wore a loose shirt and he smiled as I got in. A face moves up to mine, it’s Sharri, oh no not again. Run! Sharri run! Don’t let him do this to you as well!The wave of pain had burst the dam open and my tears began to flow. I felt Sharri hugging me tightly as my aching body was wracked by deep heartfelt sobs.It seemed like Sharri held me to her chest all day long as I cried my heart out. Twice a quiet voice intruded and both times Sharri shushed them.Eventually my tears dried up and even my dry sobs settled down.“Do you feel better for. I knelt, feeling the wet spots on the carpeting from his shoes. Slowly, wearily, I unlaced them. There was no rush, for I knew that at the end of it all he's shove his cock inside me and try to cum. Not that he ever did, because the alcohol drained the lead out of his pencil. Nor did he ever, never ever, make any effort to get me off. Apparently, it was not the manly thing to do among his drinking buddies, worrying about 'her' orgasm.His socks were amazingly dry, and they wound up stuffed. She was happy she didn't have to send these back for a change in size. Her husband, Kerry, kept giving me "the eye" every time I picked up an order for a customer. So far, I just smiled and delivered the plates, but this was getting tiresome. How many smiles could I give him throughout the day? Around 3pm, the lunch crowd died down, Kerry after speaking with Beatrice, decides to show me the stock, and how to order supplies. Although skeptical, I follow Kerry down to the lower level stock room..