She tilted her head and shrugged slightly as she finally responded. “You had a blaster rifle, remember? What could I have done?” There was no anim...sity in her voice. She spoke simply as if it were a matter of fact, as if she were merely discussing the snow falling silently outside. Bo sighed inwardly, not quite accepting her apparent indifference. “Yeah, I did. But I think we both know by now that if you had wanted to… well, that rifle wouldn’t have stopped you from defending yourself.” He. She became bolder after that and started sending me some more jokes.Then after about a week she called me up at 5 pm and asked me to meet at CP near Palika bazaar. I asked her the reason and she said it’s urgent. She was looking to be very tense and depressed. I met her and we went to central park and sat there. She was wearing a blue top with wide neck and tight jeans which was perfectly showing her butts. You can understand how difficult is to sit on ground with these type of jeans. Her butt. Slowly rising to the edge of herskirt. Trying to find the edge of her panties. She triedto turn to see who it was, but the mass of the peoplestopped her. The hand was now inside her pantiesslowly trying to find her lips and the treasure inside.She used all her might to push herself through the people, and finallv she was through. The hand was pulledout from her panties and she was outside. She turnedaround but could not see her attacker, stupid freakshe thought to herself. She took out a. She slid her hand between her legs and then rubbed her drippy slit. “Put it in me,” she said. “I want it bad!”“Tough,” Jamal said. “You do what WE say.”She looked up at them, and now she was getting nervous. They weren’t laughing at her anymore. And then she saw Malik pull a digital camera out of the desk.“Wait a minute,” she said. “I’m not letting you do that.”“Yeah?” Malik said. “Then maybe we’ll just have to give the police a call and let him know what you’ve been doing.”“Fingerfuck.