And what Mr. Carter was now pointing out was apparently a rape scene, for the big blond man was in the American's house while he was away, and he was ...lapping his pretty blonde wife and making her take her clothes off.Ellen started as she realized what was happening to herself right here in this room. Mrs. Carter was gently stroking her skirted thigh with her thumb, and Handsome had nuzzled his nose deeply in her lap, almost brushing her panty-covered loins, but she didn't notice any of that.. We used to share everything and like other teen age people, we mostly used to discuss about sex and politics in our college. Because of our Indian tradition or you can say it as a cultural impact.We hardly get any chance to mix up with girls especially in all small towns in our country. Frustration and helplessness were killing our high urge to have sex and at same time we were so excited all the time about fucking and sex gossip about any girl. We just wanted to lose our virginity even we used. There's a new girl in our class who has a skin problem that really makes her look unusual. About half her face is so dark that it is almost black, and the other half is so light that it is almost milk-white. The dividing line is not straight and it doesn't divide her face equally, but it is certainly disquieting to look at. The problem is that the girl, Shirley, tried to sit down by me at lunch, but the other girls made such hateful remarks about her looks that she ran off in tears. I got up. I spat in the face of Whore67. ?Thank you, miss.? Laura said more audibly, my spit running down her cheeks. I looked over at my boss, suddenly feeling self-conscious ? almost as if Ihad forgotten he was there. ?Spit on her again,? he encouraged me. ?I enjoyed that.? I turned back to Whore67. She was trembling, seemed to be fighting off thetears. I spat again, right in the middle of her miserable whore face. That wouldteach her to have such immaculate make-up, I thought. ?Excellent,? my boss.