After that I walked home looking about the dark streets half hoping some one would jump out and rape me.When you are on your own you can conjure up an... sexy scene you want, as I said, I had a thing for rape fantasises, I still do as a matter of fact. The thrill of being dragged off somewhere, having your clothes ripped off, god I'm getting wet just writing about it. I know I would hate it in real life but in my mind it's wonderful. I know guys love to see and read about girls frigging. What you gonna do with it? Clean your arse with it? No, all you’ll get is food, candles, clothes if you want them, that kind of thing. But with fucking Buttercup you’ll wipe up.” “Food, candles and clothes!” gasped Tracey. “That doesn’t sound like it’s fucking worth it!” “Well, what do you fucking expect, dearie?” Joy sneered. “Cigarettes, booze and televisions? There’s no fucking electricity here even if you could get those things. Anyway, you can just bugger off. I can see my first customer. Next day in office ramya couldn’t make eye contact with me. I sent her mail and asked her to meet me in the parking lot which was on ground floor at 2 pm . I went first and ensured no one was there I gave her miss call. She came within no time. I pulled her hand and took her to corner beyond pillar of building where if anyone comes to parking area couldn’t see . She asked for what I called her. For that, I replied with a kiss on her lips she pushed me and remembered me about my limits.I asked,. Her fingers dipped under the garment, as her hand soon disappeared beneath.One hand continued to play with her large breasts, squeezing and rubbing her sensitive areolas. Her other hand found its place to her panties. Her fingers started to rub her crotch, sliding back and forth, causing friction upon her glowing pussy. She could feel herself getting warmer, and definitely wetter, as she continued to watch Jimmy masturbate.Jimmy was still stroking away at his uncut cock, unaware that Chloe.