This incidence happened in 2011 when she was 26yr & I was 28 yrs. I had shifted to Delhi for my post-graduation in 2010 (basically, I’m from Lucknow.... I used to touch, kiss & fondle Nicky since we were kids (as we were of same age & we used to play all sorts of games together), whenever I get a chance in solitary places like the roof or at the night we used to kiss & hug each other. I still remember one such evening when we were together and roofs, it was just after sunset.We were standing very. She began stroking my hard-on, looking up at me with a lust-filled expression.“Tell me what you liked about it,” she purred.“She took me all the way,” I hissed, intent on the waves of pleasure radiating from her touch, “into her throat.”“Mmmmm, I’ll have to see if I can still deep throat. It just takes practice...”That was the first time I’d ever heard the words “deep throat” used. At fifteen, I’d certainly never seen the movie Deep Throat. And in some ways, I’d led a fairly sheltered life. In. Then the door opened again and another man came in who several of the others seemed to know. Andrez shook his hand and I realised that this was obviously the owner of the farm we were on. Some words were spoken in a foreign language and all of the men backed off and watched as the owner of the farm approached me. It was apparent from the way he spoke to me and touched me as he manhandled me over to the urinal that he considered himself to own me too. He only referred to me as slut. He faced me. ” Who was it from?” she wondered as she continued reading."Join me at midnight for this a special night, tonight the masquerade ball. Meet me on the steps outside Westmall Hall. A carriage will be waiting." She was early with no one in sight, the building was dark and silent. “Was it a joke?” she pondered as she waited for the phantom writer. ‘Boom’ a local clock started chiming midnight. The sound made her jump out of her skin but she felt warmth on her neck. She turned and there stood a.