Me betha aur payal aage meri gode me baithgai tabhi meri havas khori jaghi aur mane. Payal ko uthna ko kaha. Vo uthi to mena apni zip kholke apna tana...hua lund bahar nikala aur payal ke pajama ko gand tak picha se nicha utar ke uski chut me apna lund daldiya aur payal mujse chipak ke baithgai jisse kisi ko dikhe nahi ke nicha payal ke chut me mera lund hai. Mena schooter chalu ke aur lamda rasta se ghar ke aur nikal gaya gaun ka rasta pura kacha tha aur me jan mujke khado me se schooter chalata. She wanted to throw up but if she did she would have to stop walking. And that was all that was going to get her home. She had to keep walking. She couldn't run because if she did she might never be able to stop. And Wanda and Victor are counting on her. She turned the corner and she keeps walking. It's only three blocks now.There's something crossing her path. She can't tell what it is. It's nothing more than a dark shape moving across her line of sight from left to right. She doesn't slow. She was at a gig of a band she quite liked with her friend Amy. The support band had just gone off, Amy had seen them before and told her they were really good. They’d been ok but she was ready for the main event, especially because she massively fancied the lead singer of the main band. She was waiting to get served at the bar and felt someone press up behind her. She didn’t really mind, the bar was busy and she knew she was bound to attract some male attention the way she was dressed. Red. He watched her for a while, not moving a muscle. It wasn't second thoughts. He had considered this for quite some time, and knew he would follow through. He simply wanted to look at her. She was beautiful. His eyes had grown accustomed to the dimness, and he could see now that the sheet had slipped away, baring her arm and the soft side-swell of one breast.He pulled a plastic zip-loc bag out of the small duffel he carried. A washcloth dampened with chloroform was withdrawn as he approached her.