I was enjoying it when my own phone rang. My client a middle aged banker called Raghav was on the doorstep.I went to the door and admitted him inside ...nd straightaway led him to my room.Raghav admired my slim tall body in a sleevelss kurta and a shite salwar.My small breasts were pressing against the tight material and my long legs ending in stilleto heeled sandals looked invting enough. I smiled and asked him if I should take a shower since I was just back from college.but he said that was ok. After a few minutes we continued into the student center to gather our things and we headed to the van to come home. She drove on the way back. For the next four hours, her eyes would me mostly on the road; my eyes would be mostly on her.She wore a well-fitted purple top with buttons down the front. The top two buttons were undone revealing a modest expanse of her neck and the very top of her chest. She wore black slacks and my eyes couldn't quite get a hold on shape of her ass. I was sure it. I should have not made you laugh. My bad.” He said.I concentrated and found I was able to whisper.“Where am I?” I whispered.“You are in the home of Joe Winthrop.” He said.“Tony?” I said softly and looked around.“No, he is not here. You are safe now.” The man said, grabbing my hand.I took a deep breath and looked at him.“You will be very sore for a couple of days, but you will be fine. You have no broken bones and you will heal completely.” He said, squeezing my hand.I just looked at. It has been so hard to say this in front of my dad. I tried but I just couldn’t tell him his little girl was a slut. It’s hard for him to see me as a gown woman, and hard for me to realize I will always be his little girl. Maybe this is where we can start being honest with each other,” she said sitting down.My first thought was I’m going to kill Ed. If I find out Marty knew about it, I might kill her too. Then I realized I was the one to blame. I should never have left her with Marty. At the.