I started to flirt with her.So in the second day I asked her cell phone number and pic but she denied bcoz she is basically from high profile lady and...she don’t know me well and moreover she was in match up just for fun and time pass. She stays alone in her 2bhk flat.So the chatting grew up day by day on 4th day she sent her mobile number on match up !literally it was a fancy mobile number. I used to flirt with her and make her laugh now and then through call .She decided to send her pic. “Good, well then I need you to re-read it again and come over not on this weekend, I’m out, but on Sunday night, ok? So not this weekend, Sunday night - right” She said.It was unusual not to meet up over the weekend, we usually did but I did as I was told.I was very excited to see her on Sunday and as I rang the door bell to her shared flat I noticed that her flatmates car was missing. “Where’s Sally” I asked, “Out” she replied.We climbed up the stairs to her flat and went into the lounge. . The Rock moans loudly. He thrusts one of his big hands between her legs, and begins to rub her wet pussy through her panties. Brandi moans loudly as the Rock's hand slips against her hot wet pussy. "Mmmm, you are so hot and wet" the Rock says to her. Brandi hungrily continues to devour his cock, as he begins to finger her.Brandi quickly removes her mouth from the People's Cock, and looks up at him. "Please fuck me" she begs. The Rock picks Brandi up, and carries her to the couch. He quickly. Because her father was a wife beater. Because her father was a child molester. Because she’d shot him 15 years ago. The screen door slammed shut and she jumped as if it was the shot she’d fired so long ago. It echoed in her mind and the smell of cordite burned in her nostrils. It had been his .45 that she had found hidden in the ratty folds of the his recliner and she remembered how her heart had pounded in her chest as she gingerly handled the silver gun, her dirty, bitten fingernails rubbing.