Kusum never spoke to me but she used to smile whenever our eyes met. I made a few vain efforts of talking to her to ask her to get some stuff for me, ...ut she would not talk much at all.I had the best weapon to scan her whichever way I wanted by making sure to start reading the paper everyday when she would come in for Cleaning and sweeping and peak through to get nice views of her Ass and her boob curves. I was reading through a few stories and had often seen people using the Web Cam to spy on. I had even begun to start thinking of him as possibly being the one I’d share my life with. Things between us were going great until one day he had come over to my dorm room looking like someone had just shot his dog. I kept asking him what was wrong and he kept telling me I wouldn’t understand and then he’d go back to looking sad again. I asked him how could I ever understand his problem if he never tells me what it is that is so wrong. After about an hour of pleading with him I got him to. Also, the house car was in the shop and was due to be ready today....I put my plan into action. I called the car shop and asked what time the car would be ready. They told me it would be ready in around an hour. I told Sally that it was ready and that I needed to pick it up right then so I called a cab. Then I texted Katrina and told her I'd be there in about an hour and not to get dressed. She agreed.The cab dropped me at the shop and I paced up and down, unable to concentrate on much for. And they left. They left? Doubt had begun to rise in her. Their absence was good - wasn’t it? What worse thing could happen with them not there than with them there? Soon, to her regret, she had discovered the answer to that question. They had announced her presence - and predicament - to all, and offered use of her to any who wished. There were many who did. Women, and some men, in turn and together, hands running over her skin, her body, her body...sullied...by the touch, using her in.