I did see, however, that she had the contract with her and it was signed as promised! In her handbag, which was lying open where she had dropped it, s...e had Rs 25,000 in notes which I knew weren’t there when we left together! What had happened to my Rehana?Rehana slept for almost 8 hours but I knew she needed it! When she was wide awake and I had given her some soup and some other food she brightened up a lot and was now much more able to talk to me. She started telling me what had happened.As. > First, we must agree on what the term Fuckpig actually means. To me, a true Fuckpig, is a boy(I use this term loosely as the Fuckpig can be any age which I shall explain shortly) who lives only to service dick. this is an easy thing to say, but a truly difficult condition to achieve. I man "only to service dick." In other words, every other thought, desire, dream, goal, interest has been wiped from the fuckpig's mind. He actually spends ever waking hour thinking about cock. And most of his. Lightly moving your thumbs back and forth, you caress me through the dress. You break away from the kiss that we’re sharing, breathing just a little faster. ‘We’re going to be late for dinner, aren’t we?’ Making it a statement of fact. ‘If we play our cards right, yes, we are,’ I reply. You nuzzled your way to my neck and drive me wild with all the attention that you give that place near my left ear. My nerve endings are going into overdrive, your tongue caresses my neck and I can feel myself. My eyes darted around the faces in the carriage. Could they see it? Suddenly, I felt so ashamed by the thought of it. I just had to get out – I had to get to the toilet.I made urgent steps towards the loo. Pee was dripping down my legs but there was nothing I could do, except try and contain the panic. It was hard to make progress because there were so many people.Luckily the toilet wasn’t occupied. I got in and closed the door against the sour faces belonging to the people I’d shoved out of.