Sharon: (sounding as if she might break down into tears)Please lower your tone of voice Mrs. Chandragupta.Mrs. Chandragupta:This is what I get for len...ing my money to a woman who had divorced. If you people managed to learn how to save money and not simply waste it, you wouldn't be asking for money.By "you people", Sharon knew that Mrs. Chandragupta referred to women like her, who were high spenders and bought everything on credit.Deep down Sharon knew that Mrs. Chandragupta looked down on her. As your nostrils adjust, you recognize the smell and know that someone is pissing on you. Soon the stream starts to multiply; two, three, five so many you loose count again. You feel your cheeks being spread and the warm flow enters your gaping ass and spread pussy, you feel it on your tits, on your lips and suddenly without any saying a word, all of the streams converge on your swollen clit. No-one touches you and you know you are not allowed to touch yourself and that familiar tingle starts. Dentone? Victoria’s here.” The voice from the other side, “Ah, good. Send her in. When’s my next appointment?” “At 6:00, sir.” “Excellent. Send her in, thank you.” She motioned me in, and I entered his office. I’d been there many times before, and every time, I couldn’t help but feel awestruck. His office was large and well-lit. A wall of floor-to-ceiling windows ensured this. A couch with matching gray microfiber lounge chairs on the wall across from the windows made the office appear more. But slowly as the meal progressed and the wine took effect, I quietened down and gave in to the inevitable, the conversation morphing from three friends chatting to two people spending an evening together with an occasional interjection from a third.And as I sank into a bit of a funk as I felt more and more left out, I ended up just playing the role of passive voyeur, an acid voice in my brain saying maybe that’s all I was fit for and was what I wanted all along.It took her a few minutes but.