Master K had turned away from me so I reached out and grabbed the handle of the large cast iron skillet on the stove. I crept towards him, my bare fee... silent on the floor. He never saw the skillet as I hit him with it. He dropped unconscious from the blow and I took advantage of my sudden freedom to grab some clothes, my computer and purse and the keys to my car and run. I headed for the house of a good friend who I knew would help me, knowing that I had to stay away from my own place in case. “Stand on the step at the end of the table, lower your panties enough that I can examine you, raise your gown to your waist, and lean forward with your elbows on the table.”I was pleased that Denise had lowered her panties to her knees. I noticed her long, muscular legs. Her legs were thin enough to present a clear gap between her thighs making her pussy visible before she bent over. I enjoyed seeing the red pubic hair in the same shade as her long hair. As she bent over, her pussy lips came. I asked Shreya that what should we do now. She said that why don’t we smoke some more. We don’t know when it happened but I saw that Shreya who was still on her lingerie set was sitting on my lap. I was playing with her hairs. I thought this is the golden chance.I thought that in case she resists then I will stop. I started to massage her shoulder, she started to feel good. Just for checking, I stopped for a second and Shreya said, “Karo na ruk kyun gaye?” I got courage, I passed my hands to. This meant lots of people around seeing and commenting as we walked to the taxi stop.The taxi stop around the corner were empty when we got there so we had to wait several humiliating minutes on our toes with pumps hanging uncovered between our legs, and the sun boiling us in the suits. Finally we got a cab, and Tom and Betty was excited to see us. After a few minutes of shit chat they eagerly started putting on a hood with horse ears and a reinforced hole in the top for our hair. The hood had.