I stepped away from the table and admired my handiwork. Then for thefirst time I focused in on the cavity between her legs. Her vagina appearedsoft an... puffy. I am not a great expert, but to me she appeared sexuallystimulated. In an unplanned moment of boldness I decided to find out. I movedback to the table and slowly ran my hand up her leg, starting from her toes.When I reached her thighs she let out a slow moan. At the top of her legs Igently ran my finger over her vagina. She moaned again,. We werestanding right on the side of the street and neither one of us cared whosaw. I then pulled him over to the side of the car repair place and pushedhim up against the wall. We kissed some more then he sank to his knees. Heundid my fly and pulled out my cock. He began to suck it as I moaned andran my fingers through his hair. The intense feeling mixed with beingoutside in an area neither one of knew was unbelievable. He came up and wekissed some more. I undid his fly, pulled out his. Then he closed the door. My heart was racing. I again took steps and peeped through the keyhole, the only place I had to look at what’s happening inside.Ammi was sitting in his bed now. She was in the same red salwar kameez. The guy looked at Ammi from head to toe, now standing at a distance. He quickly sat beside her and took her hand, and kissed it. Now let me tell you about the guy, he must be in his thirties, dark, sturdy built.He had a menacing face. He was wearing a gold chain around his. ’ He went on, ‘Sorrel look at yourself. There you kneel surrounded by people who once trusted you, people who once valued your opinions and ideas. Now you kneel before all of us, a true inferior. You’re no longer a human being. You’re what the word says that’s on your cheek. You’re chattel. You’re property. You’re an object, a piece of flesh with which we can and will do whatever we want. You’re trash!’ He was getting wound up. ‘Sorrel what do you think would happen if those children you.