Wo gusa ho giye boli apna land meri gand se nikalo , mai joor joor se dhake maar raha tha or wo machal rahi thi kiyo ki maine unko kamar se kass kar p...kar ratha tha, wo boli pls choor do, maine unke kan mai halke se kaha ki chor to dunga lakin mujhe ek baar ritu ki chut dila dogi, wo abhi wo chooti hai, maine kaha mai ushe bara bana dunga kafi der baad aunty rity ki chudai ke liye raji ho giye, lakin maine unse kaha ki usko kewal mai hi chhonga ye uncle nahi, wo raji ho giye, gand marne ke. The hand was excruciatingly patient, moving feather-like for an indeterminate amount of time before squeezing me firmly, as if testing the depth to which I slept. If anything could be judged by being fondled in the middle of the night, in a darkened plane and several kilometers above the earth, its that I assumed the fingers and hand belonged to someone experienced. How else could they fondle me, possible for a rather long time, as I still slept unless by a hand that has fondled a man before?. With each sip of my glass and the waves crashing on the beach, I was slowly falling into a blissful numbness. I turned around and looked up at my house where my friends were having their party. I watched as couples gyrated on the make shift dance floor that we had constructed just that afternoon. Couples were pairing off and finding quiet places to be alone. I was bored. Sighing, I turned back around towards the waves. I pull on my long blonde hair, staring at the split ends, thinking it’s. She recognised the black waiter from her many times with Oscar having dinner in that room, and the man seemed to sense that this situation was different. The rules had changed. She was available. The lust in his eyes relaxed Ingrid as she realized she could have whomever she wanted.Every head turned as the mostly older educators openly stared at them, but also attracting the attention of the conference attendees were a number of young white wives who had volunteered their 'services' as extra.