This is Malvika’s story mainly, but I’ve collaborated with writing it since she’s been a little busy lately and because it involves my first tim... with Malvika (the one and only).Before I narrate it, here are the main characters: – #This part can be skipped # Malvika: The most dashing, sexy and exciting lady I’ve met, whose seductive attitude is enough to melt men of even the strongest temperament. Central character.Riya: Malvika’s naughty daughter. Young, energetic, and like her mother when it. Her fear was fucking beautiful. She was powerless and small and totally fucked. And then she pissed herself.Oh, the power we have to turn a woman into this. It is intoxicating. We could smell her terror, see her fear running down her upside-down body towards her tits and face and we wanted more.John was laughing at her now. He looked at the yellow stream running into her hair and leaned closer to her face."Oh you fucking beautiful cunt," he said in a loud whisper, "I may just decide to keep. The phone interrupted his thoughts, "Hello, Rick Walker speaking." Rick, please, please don't hang up! It's Janice. I've GOT to talk toyou! It's urgent!" Well, you're talking to me now. What the fuck do YOU want," he said,more than slightly irritated at hearing her voice."Could you meet us at the campus coffee shop at ten, today, please!" "Yeah, I guess. Sure, I'll see you there around noon! I've something elseto do this morning." Rick hung up the phone, and went to shower and puton some more. "Karen jumped in front of him, those blue eyes blazing, as she thumped jokingly at his chest, "Oh, you mean beast." For just a moment they stood toe to toe, close together, close enough to kiss, Frank thought, as Karen added, "Now, I could eat a horse."Frank shook his head, "Well, we're in the countryside I’ll try to find you one.” Laughing together they went into the restaurant to be shown to a table overlooking the sluggish river. They ordered a traditional British Sunday lunch, lean slices.