I bet you like that!”Simone’s eyes closed. Tears flooded from under the lids. Was she going to faint?No... the eyes opened again. They seemed glaz...d. Unseeing.The mouth had begun to tremble uncontrollably. Saliva dribbled from its corners. All beauty had left that lovely face. It was a living mask of horrified revulsion.Steadily, Cassim went on fucking.Partly because he had been exerting himself considerably in the previous twelve hours, and partly because he was an expert, Cassim rode his. But the memories were sharp and vivid, and as she studied her naked body in the mirror, she noticed a few marks on her wrists and ankles, as if something like rope had been wrapped around them. She rubbed one of her wrists gently, feeling the strange marks left behind, and her eyes drifted to the spot in her bedroom where the purple flower had originally rested. There was still soil and shards of clay scattered over the floor, and Jessie bit her lip as her clit started to throb. Her body was. The one, i own for that time. And i found myself being pured with luck. Emitting perfect stats wearing a black saree. And that waistline. I was too excited to grab that skin and pull her on my lips. She hugged me and i came back in senses.I entered her living room. Perfect furnishing. Perfect colours. She seem rich to me. I walked in till couch was near to get settled and i saw that huge television. And then two bottles of red wine stole my view. Dude, that wine did look expensive.She came and. I breathed in the plastic-tangy smell of recent sex. I raised my head and looked over the rest of her body. She was snoozing on the floor, a pile of clothes as a pillow, completely naked. She wore a dark-ish wife beater. She was attractive enough. A number of other people were sprawled out beyond her, along the floor leading up to the couch, on which two figures seemed to be trying to get busy under a large blanket. I didn’t remember anything. I stood up. I was wearing boxers but I wasn’t.