She accepted she wanted to be treated like trash and I could do it - me - someone almost 25 years younger than her!Finally, I accepted to take her as ... worthless sub bitch if she told me her true fantasies. Here's the text of the email she sent me. I swear - every single word of this is from the email she sent me. I have not changed anything. "I work in a truck stop. I wear short skirts and no underwear and fuck truckers in the bathroom while I am waiting for orders to come up to augment my. Lekin mujhe nhi pta tha ki mere peeche kuch aur hi khichdi pkk rhi h.Nisha ne simmi ko hmare baare me bta diya tha. To simmi nisha se jidd krne lgi thi ki wo bhi mujhse chudna chahti h. To phir nisha boli ki tum uske saath akele kuch nhi kr skti. To usne bola accha thik h jo bhi krungi tere saamne krungi. To nisha ne hn bol diya. Poora maholla shaadi me aaya tha lekin thodi der baad simmi khi chili gyi thi. Maine socha thak ke ghar chli gyi hogi. Phir nisha mere pass aayi aur boli-” rajat main. Due to super excitement, we never noticed that some one would enter the house. Smita had a horrified expression on her face. I turned around see my mom watching us. I was horrified. I started mumbling. But mom had a different expression on her face. Her face had turned red. Her eyes showed some kind of excitement. I could see the shape of her nipples through her T shirt. (Mom was only thirty eight and maintained an excellent figure. Dad was in gulf for a job and hence only me and mom stayed in. We head out of the stall and back to my desk, one last time.We sit, absolutely exhausted from this amazing day full of sexual tension and release. We are too tired to speak as we finish our last hour together. The final bell rings and we linger next to each other. We stand and clock out, not knowing where or what to do next. The whole office is empty now, everyone more than rushing to get away from this place while we live for it. It offers the chance to see each other.We start to head out the.