All those burdens a typical Punjabi wedding would have. I was asked to get something from a nearby market. I was leaving the service apartment we had ...ented, that’s when I saw her. Walking with her parents and her brother beside her was my cousin.Let’s call her Sneha. She was the epitome of beauty. She stood at a height of 5″6′ slim, very fair, long hair, long legs, killer eyes. To add to it a mole on her face, which would make any guy go gaga on her. Sneha and I were a bit close, in fact.. Once he was gone, she wondered what she had gotten into. The man had hurt her the other night, but she was too far into it to back out now.Elliot hurried over to the bar and approached Barbara trying to figure out what line would work best with her. He paused and walked over to her with a casualness that was purely artificial. She noticed his predatory approach and turned to watch him. Smiling, he said, "Excuse me. I'm Professor Elliot McDonald."Barbara said, "So?" I'm a rather famous author.. Giggling you finally give in. Leading you by the hand we head up to our shared bed and I start to slowly undress you, still marveling at how beautiful you are. Kissing you, I reach to undo your bra. Laughing you say, “No, you first, strip.” Watching as you lie back, I slowly take off my shirt, and then unbuckle my belt. Watching your face I start to undo my 501’s, slowly, one button then the next, until all five are undone, my jeans slide down my legs and I step out of them. Crawling onto the. “Lock the door and sit on the toilet. Hurry now.”Amaya did as she was told. The toilet was just as dirty as the rest of the bathroom, but thankfully, the bowl was empty. She closed the door and was disturbed to see that the lock was just a tiny metal bar that pushed out an inch onto bare wood. There were grooves in the door where other people had obviously opened the door with the lock on. She sat down gingerly on the toilet seat and wasn’t surprised to find that it wobbled.“I’m in,” Amaya.