"Four? You must be a filthy slut." He picked up the pace a little."Oh Mr. Wilson I am. I just love cock." Do you love my cock, you dirty little whore?... He didn't often talk dirty to me, the few times we did it, but he was really getting off on it this time."Oh yes," I said. "Fuck me with your big beautiful cock. Fuck your teenage neighbor!" "The teenage street whore, you mean." "Am I Mr. Wilson?" You're such a good fuck," he told me. "Your tight little whore. Feel free to contact me at Now getting back to where we left,Mom had agreed to marry both me and Rajan, we were just waiting for the right time to do it. Dad had told me about one of his business trips to China, he had to go for almost 2 weeks, so i had this window of opportunity in my mind. I thought of telling this to mom, one day when she was cooking in the kitchen, wearing her black saree. I went to her and hugged her from behind, kissed her on her back, smelling her smooth back. She asked.. Death is a constant. So when this woman and her daughter, both very good lays and both good cooks as well, urged me to kill their husband and father, I did not see it as a serious problem. I surely owed them something for the pleasure they had given me repeatedly."He's a lout," the woman said as we lay entwined, hoping for a second wind. "A drunken lout." Um," I managed."He raped the poor girl when she was twelve and even now he paws her every chance he get, especially when he knows I'm. .hmm…this thing your wearing is getting messy with oil” I replied” it’s okay Rama, continue your massage, I’ll change later with a clean bra” there was a silence in the room, I told it so weirdly, he then picked my oiled hair as a bunch and put it in front, he started to press hard in pulse all around my back for about 5 minutes continuously, he seemed to not press on the regions covered by my bra.His thumb started to press up horizontally from my neck region right up to my lehenga, he kept on.