Boy was I wrong. Her expression was completely blank, her eyes completely dead. I've seen more expressiveness in the plastic eyes and face of my Barbi... dolls. I'm positive she didn't see me even though she looked right at me. The only thing I could see was a brief flash of what might have been pain when the guy let go of her butt with one hand and squeezed her tit, This was not the face of some making love. It took a second to register, and then I knew what was happening.I turned and ran up the. Islye hoshyari se main khamoshi khatam karte hue bola, “Feroz tumhri kismet ake baar saath de gayee to zeroori nahin ke doosri baar bhi kismet tumhara saath de, ager iss baar kismet mera saath de to hisaab beraber hojayega ake mertaba tum chode ho, ake mertaba main chodoonga”.Voh kuch sonchte hue muskuraya aor bola, “tum theek kahete ho ke kismet hamesha mera saath nahin de sakti, ager main haar gaya to gaand marane se darta hoon”. Maine kaha, “yeh to baat galat hai kya main gaand marane se. She was sexy, only about 5'5 and he bet she didn't weigh much of anything. Finally he looked to her skirt. It was almost cute, he thought. Like she was begging to be fucked, it was short but not indecently black in color. He wondered if her panties matched the bra. Bruteally he sliced the skirt down the middle, and sucked in his breath sharply. They matched. Black lace panties encased, protecting her cunt from him. He could see she had little or no hair around her mound. She was a little slut. You will only ever refer to your vagina as your pussy or cunt. You will talk about sucking my cock, not my penis. It will be my thick, fat, clergy cock. You will refer to yourself as a slut or a whore when in my presence -besides during church services. You will come to church one hour early every Sunday and stay back afterwards to assist me in cleaning up. I expect to see you at minimum one other time a week. It may be on the day of your choosing. I expect you to consult your school schedule.