I had girlfriends who had been ****d, and had listened to their stories, wondering why they could allow it to happen to them without fighting back, an... now here I sat in the darkness, violated, and worse still, bathed in urine, the final insult to my abuse. I wanted to throw up, my attacker was in every pore of my body, and his seed was in my stomach and mouth. Long after he had fled, I was still tasting the contents of his balls.I shook my head, I was not going to report the assault, he was. Ab sirf hum 2 hi the. Everyone else was a stranger so we just spoke with each other.She was wearing a green saree. I was in tshirt and 3/4th. As the journey progressed, it started getting dark. We were sitting on window. She was on window and I was on her left. Thandi thandi hawa aa rhi thi. We were talking. during the conversation:Me: sexy lag rhi h tuShe: haha.. chup kar.. nautanki..Me: sachi me.Aaj to upar wali seat me sath me soyenge ( I had upper seat while her’s was middle berth)She: haan. After a few weeks, it’s healed to just a hard, dark scar. Overtime the colour fades but it remains unavoidable and legible for life.I stood back and admired the USED on each D-cup tit and a third USED on the centre of her pubic mound, where it had singed through her tiny tuft of hair. It was true too. I had used her cunt.I’d spared her clit. Call me a softie.Then I took a series of digital photos. In the months to come, once they’d started to get over the worst of their ordeal, I’d send them. Dan agreed that wearing those frilly pieces was sexier than just nothing; she also had the dreamy, freshly fucked virgin look on her face as she sat daintily at the kitchen table eating heartily. Dan enjoyed it all including the fact that she could not take her eyes off him; she followed his every move with her doe eyes. She obviously wanted nothing more than to spend the remainder of the day in his arms making love to his cock. That was an enticing thought but he had other plans for her.