Now, invite me into the house,” I told Vivien while glamoring her.“Please, come into my house,” Vivien invited me now.“Good girl. Now, listen ...o me, Vivien. You can trust me. In fact, you trust me more than you trust anyone else. My name is Roger Waters, just like the musician. Now, drink of my blood,” I told Vivien, cutting myself with a kitchen knife while offering her my blood to drink.“Yes, of course,” Vivien complied, no longer suspicious at all, even as I moved her head slightly to bite. He was 37 years old and already married. As my parents were out of town at that time, I decided to get a little bolder with my dressing.I wore a yellow colour Ghagra with a matching backless Choli and tied behind with strings only. My long and slender back was naked. As the Choli was backless, I couldn’t wear a brassiere. My boobs were tightly held by the choli, producing an exotic cleavage. My ghagra was worn below the navel giving a great view of my flat tummy and deep navel.My chachu let out. "I don't know why you couldn't have told me before hand Brianna so I didn't waste my gas. I got to go." The moment I touched the door handle I felt one of her hands grab my shoulder while the other reached around to my face. I felt a wet cloth cover my mouth and nose. "What the fuck are you..." Darkness. I'm not even sure what happened or how long I was out but this crazy bitch had done something to incapacitate me. When I came to, I was sitting in a chair. I felt so tired and confused. You stand there in front of me, I see the look of longing in your eyes, a hunger, a need, a lust, you need me more than anything else. Nothing else matters, except me. I pull you towards me, my strong arms pressing you against my chest as our eyes lock together. My hand cups your buttock, moves around and then I move it inside the long skirt you are wearing. It finds bare flesh as in your horny state you have omitted your underwear. You naughty girl. You know how it displeases me when you.