So I left, called my mom. My dad wanted to drive her since it was so late. They got t-boned by a drunk driver. My dad died on impact, and my mom died ...hen the car caught fire and no one could get her out. So it's my fault, and Eric has agreed with me since it happened. Everyone in the family thanked God that he was eighteen so we could stay together, but I hated it. I didn't want to stay with him... I blamed myself enough for the both of us. I didn't-" "Hey," he says softly as he wipes the tear. I would have to trust him implicitly, but could leave whenever I wanted. He said I was young and pretty, but alone and with no visible prospects of supporting myself. I could return to my ?aunt?, finish my studies, and hope to make a life. Or listen to what he had to say, right to the end, and then decide. I promised to listen. He told me of a client, living in South Africa, in a remote spot, who kept a large number of slaves. Although they were slaves and therefore not paid, a sum of money was. Rahul wanted to know about her so he kept the conversation around her. Her husband was a busy person and the marriage had matured. She kept herself busy with her son and his activities. Rahul got from her tone and talks that she was a lonely person. He asked whether he could be her friend to which she neither denied nor agreed as she got where this new friendship is going.In her thoughts, she was already drawn to Rahul but her marriage was what she was thinking about. She was thinking about the. She wanted it deep inside her and fucking her, hard. He denied her again. He allowed her only a couple of inches, then withdrew it. He knelt in front of her as he stroked the vibrator in and out, giving her just a little each time. His tongue found her clit, just as he had described a few moments ago. Instead of licking with the same pressure and intensity he normally did, he just flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit every few seconds. She needed more and she needed it now. She begged.