I rolled my car beyond the signal and stopped. Got out of the car into the blasting heat and walked back to the trio. In a loud enough voice asked the...woman if I can help. My knowledge of Marathi is worse than nursery standard and what the woman said was absolute gibberish punctuated by her sobs. I had to stop a two-wheeler guy and asked him to translate. What she said was tragedy jumping out of the pages of news paper and hitting me in the face. Her husband, a farmer, somewhere in Beed. The skirt barely covered the top of my stockings, each stride would surely give anyone a peek at them. The top was tight across my heavily inflated fake tits, and the words “Daddy’s Girl” was across the chest just to make sure I knew what I was in for. I opened the shoe box to reveal a pair of strappy heels at least 4 or 5 inches high. I’d never worn heels before, I was so out of my depth. After a slight struggle they were secure on my feet, but I wasn’t convinced I’d pass another. He started fucking me slowly. It was strange, but good. His right hand was patting my nipples while his left hand was pressing my right leg harder towards my face. He said,-for most women, rear entry in usual doggy style hurts their back…this is better for them…i dunno about you, but I know this is good for you!--oh yeah it is…fuck me harder!-I started moaning to stimulate him. He was now squeezing my boobs and fucking me harder that before.After a while, he withdrew his penis and rubbed its. It was my first time meeting her and while I was waiting there and sending her SMS after SMS to know where she is, I didn’t really pay attention to the pedestrians. Everytime someone walked by really close, I thought it might be her and looked up. One time while I was doing that, I saw this girl, walking with her friend. She smiled at me and I smiled back, but wasn’t really thinking too much, as I was getting pissed to wait for my friend. After a brief moment, I realized that the girl stopped.