One day I talked to her regarding porn movies and asked herthat what type of porn movie she like. I got the answer as romantic Indian pornmovie which ...as also my favorite. Next day when I was going to her home I tooksome romantic Indian porn movie in my pen drive. I asked her to enjoy the stufftogether, to which she refuses to watch it along with me. I became upset, formy first attempt was not successful. That night she text me up in my mobile saying sorry I callher back and asked her the. ”Too far, she pushed her too far as Janice responded, “But not to me. You stop messing around with my Father.”“It’s his choice.”She moved her hands to her hips and said, “Sure it is. And when I go to the cops, or spray paint whore on your door, or tell everyone in the neighborhood what you are, just a common whore, that’s MY choice.”She stood there silent, not knowing what to say. What was there to say? He was a grown man and able to make his own choices and should be free to do what he wants.. I blinked my eyes open to see Jose's contorted face, and rememberedthis ride was not high school hijinks. I was the captive of criminalswho thought they were doing a girl. My body was bathed with a dew ofperspiration. Strands of my hair were plastered to my cheeks. Sweatdripped from Jose's chin and puddled on my lower back. The windshieldof the van was steamed translucent. Marijuana smoke billowed from thefront seat.Our bodies got slippery with our mingled perspiration. I conserved. I became bolder in my request as she submitted to them. Put you napkin in your lap and pull your dress up. The words came almost instantly on the screen of my phone. Yes dear. I was in our room now laying on the bed rubbing my cock . The request soon became commands. Touch your pussy through your panties and play with it. The familiar response popped on the screen of the phone, Yes dear. I asked her if there was any guys around that could see her. She text that there was one two tables over.