My position collapsed. I couldn't hold myself up against her onslaught. Her breasts against my back,her thrusting erratic and strong, her breath in my...ear, and deep inside, I felt a drizzling from her cock,and something about that, about knowing I was no longer my own man, that I was a bitch owned andcollared by a sexy tranny humping hard at my ass and about to jizz in the deepest nether regions ofmy body, something about that set me to insanity, set me screaming:"Yes, yes, fuck me! I'm your. I asked her.Me: Why are you eating alone Meera?She: I don’t have any friends here. That’s why.Me: Why? What happened?She: That’s a long story. Leave it.Me: Hmm. You can talk to me if you want to share anything.She: Sure.Then we left for our class.After that day, she used to smile at me whenever we meet in the classroom. Since we were in the third year, our placement training classes had started and going on. One day, I met her in the canteen. As usual, she was alone.I went to her and started. Her tone was jovial, but I noticed the wayher gaze flickered over to the map on the desk behind me for a briefsecond. A longing, almost barely perceptible, appeared and vanished in amillisecond."You know," I said smiling, "if you wanted to join in ..."She opened her mouth, then closed it as she shook her head."I've got ballet and cheer pretty much eating up my entire weekend.Thanks, though."I merely nodded solemnly. "Of course." Lacing my fingers behind my head,I turned my attention fully back. She kissed back with vengeance. She caught him from his head and pulled it hard. She felt his naked skin. Montu Kumar was on top of her naked from top to bottom. She wrapped him in her arm and scratched his back ferociously. Montu Kumar had scratches on his back. He cried out in pain. It was pain driven by pleasure. She was turning out to be a tigress in bed. She nibbled his neck, his tummy, his navel and reached down to begin kissing his cock. They were now in 69 position. He began to kiss.