So I got down and thought of taking a cab. As I was about to book a cab a beautiful married woman came to me. (She was wearing a white shirt from whic... her skin color bra was visible and a black skirt which was above her knees) and asked, “Aap kahan ja rahe hai?” (Where are you going?)Her attire was turning me on in this rainy weather. I said, “I am going home.” Then she asked me, “Where is your home if you don’t mind telling?” I told her that I am booking a cab towards Lajpat Nagar. As I. Jerome arranged the meeting for next evening at a nice hotel in a near city. I drove myself almost one hundred miles, but Jerome told me it would worth it…His friend was a huge black guy called Bartholomew; after meeting me, he asked to call him just “Bart”.We had some few drinks at the lobby and then we go to his room.No pleasure games, no loving care, no kisses, just wild sex…First he dragged me by the hair to the king size bed and ripped my thong off my body. He did not let me take my dress. And they weren’t screams of pleasure.Spitting in my hand again, I coat the large bulbous head, making sure it was slippery enough to get in. "Here it comes" as I line myself up and then grab her hips. Normally I work the head in a bit and then drive in tearing the cherry. This time I wasn’t that patient since there were other young women waiting for their exams. With the head barely touching her lips, I drive my hips forward using all of my might. For a brief moment, like a hundredth of a. 'You okay?' she whispers, as her breath returns. 'You okay, sweetheart?''I...I... Oh holy God, Kelly,' I moan. The rest I can't put words to. She holds me in a prolonged hug, but it only adds to my sense of shame. What the fuck have I done?It's all gone hazy. Kelly is leading me to the shower cubicle. She's soaping and rinsing me, with loving attention applied to my cock. Now she's towelling me down, with an affectionate 'why worry?' ruffle of my hair. Finally I'm standing fully clothed, my.