Usne bataya shadi se pahle wo hastal mai rahti thi maine poocha kai boy frd tha usne kaha ha ab hamari thoda khulkar bat ho rahi thi.mera hath galti s... ek bar uske hath se touch ho gaya.maine turant apna hath hataya usne mujhe is bar muskara kar dekha aur kaha try mar rahe ho.maine kaha nahi.kyoki maine abhi tak use chodne ka mood nahi banaya tha.main to bus maze le raha tha.thoda try karne par shayad wo pat jayeye sochkar maine usse poocha bf ne kabhi try nahi kiya tha.ab wo khulkar baten. "OK bitch, I am going to beat you then fuck you, hear me?" Oh no, please don't hurt me," she responded as our little game began."You'll have to beg me not to hurt you." I started opening her blouse, slowly, one button at a time."Please sir, who ever you are, don't do this to me. I'm a virgin and I want to save myself for marriage." Fuck you, I'm going to make you my slut and there's nothing you can do about it." I had her shirt open and I reached around behind her and unsnapped her bra. Mary's. After the enlightening conversation I pulled up my plain cotton panties to my now smooth crotch and then went about the skirt. I hadn't been wearing pantyhose but it was a warm day and perhaps the previous owner didn't feel them necessary. I struggled with the skirt for another thirty seconds before I gave up and walked back to my room to put on a pair of sweat pants. If I tightened the drawstrings they fit after a fashion, after a fashion. It wasn't something I would wear in public and it. She grabbed her radio microphone. ‘Operations from James County Five, I have shots fired in the vicinity of the Jamestown diner! Get me some backup! Now!’ she yelled. She dropped the microphone and turned on her siren and blue lights. ‘Operations to James County Five,’ the dispatcher said, her voice at least an octave higher than it usually was, ‘We copy. You have shots fired at the Jamestown diner. All available Sheriff’s units respond, your call is Code Three!!’ Rod Billingham, with rage in.