I never got to fuck her and it was an on and off relationship but we were friends. Janvi was coming to Noida for her training and we decided to meet. ...he was gonna live in a P.G so I knew it was my chance to finally do the deed.She texted me and we decided to meet it was her first day in Noida, I went, flirted with her a bit, we ate and had fun. I knew she loved to drink so I proposed to invite her over for a couple of drinks to my apartment. She hesitantly agreed.We got to my room and it was a. He reassured me patting my bottom through the dress that he would make it up to me and that we should go into the house so he could give me my birthday present. He had me sit on a chair in the middle of his living room and laid a nicely wrapped box on my lap. It was beautifully wrapped and seemed a shame to open it but that did not stop me, upon opening it I lifted out a lovely large uniquely shaped and inlaid hairbrush. I exclaimed how lovely it was and how expensive it must have been;. She wanted to make this last. She brought her right hand to her mouth and licked her fingers until they were almost dripping with her saliva. Down to her left breast first and then to her right she traced her fingers and deposited the wetness from her mouth and then drew a trail down the side of her body to the top of her leg. Lifting her head slightly she blew on her nipples, letting the shock of the cold air almost squeeze her inside out. Her little nubs were still wet so she rubbed her. She added: "I don't have any money on me, sir." I laughed in her face. "I'm not here for money, bitch... you possess something else I want." Right there and then she understood she was going to be raped. "Oh please, mister, don't do that to me. I'm married and I have children," she said, weeping. As if I gave a damn about that shit. I said to her, "Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you or your husband or your fucking kids... you'll do what I say or I guarantee... you'll never see them.