All in all, it was another pussy which looked enticing. He asked her who did this excellent job of removing her pubic hair. ‘Todd, I know a woman at...home who can do the waxing like a professional but for a much lesser price. I’ve done it for a year now. My late boyfriend insisted on it and I hope you like it, too.’ He answered with his hands grabbing her asscheeks and pulling her against him so that his open mouth suddenly capped the lips of her vulva. He allowed himself a few licks through her. ‘I don’t want to hear your excuses. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to make amends with you. I don’t want to be friends. And I—’ ‘Don’t even wanna be lovers? Secret lovers?’ C.K. looked at him. She knew he was kidding but still took it to heart, storing it some place where she could reflect on it on a night when she couldn’t sleep. ‘I definitely don’t want to be that.’ Jon walked over to the bed taking a seat and looking up at her. A small smile played on his lips at the thought of how she. Sarun came and spread my legs and lifted my skirt up to my thighs. Now I knew I had no choice. I was in anger and grief that I tried to kick Sarun with my legs. But held both my legs tightly and widely open. “Behave well or we are going to beat you up bitch.” Abhinav threatened me.Now I took my mouth away and pleaded to Sarun as he was only person I knew. “Sarun bhayya.. Please leave me. I don’t know to do this. Please for Shreya’s sake” I was now crying. As a reply Sarun just rubbed my pussy. Old farts letching ater the young rent boys, mincing queens with acid tongues, rough heteros living 'dangerously' i.e. on the hunt for some C.D. arse-cunt. Plus a spattering of prostitutes having a night off. I had an okay time though I consumed more alcohol than usual and wasn't my usual 'life-of-the-party' self. So by kicking out time I felt a tad dejected and wasn't looking forward to going home. I set off walking home and around half way home needed a piss. I'd already passed the local.