She had only one option, short of being arrested for flashing an entire park. She would have to piss herself! Another small spurt, though somewhat mor... persistent than the first, was suppressed for the most part, leaving a drop or two of the liquid to make it through the damp spot in her panties and into the fabric of her workout clothing. They were black, so liquid wasn't very obvious in the cloth. She didn't have long before the floodgates would open; thank god she was wearing black pants.. "Fuck you," replied a woman's voice in a Deep South accent. "I decide who gets it and you ain't gettin it." If I want it, I'll fucking take it."Michelle was now less than fifteen feet away. Recognition hit her as she realized the man was the drunken leech that had molested her in the Casino. The woman, whom Michelle could now tell was black, struggled to get away.He slapped her around the face hard. The woman, who was wearing stiletto heels, staggered slightly, having trouble keeping her. Shefali's dress was a red one and Seema's was a black one. When it came to me, I showed my long white skirt and a striped sleeveless top. The other girls laughed at me saying that I should wear a sari instead of that dress. They kept on saying that I don't have a taste of wearing the right dress for the parties. So, I asked Shefali to help me with the dress. Otherwise, I won't be able to attend the party. Shefali showed me her few dresses and asked me to wear the one I like. They were all so. I sat up and dangled my feet over the edge of the bed. My pussy still ached with the delicious sensations from the night before. ‘Now I know what the term, ‘New Bride’ feels like,’ I said. ‘I don’t think my legs will ever go back together again.’ ‘Oh, they will, but you won’t want to keep them that way for long. It’s wonderful, isn’t it?’ I had to agree. By the time we had eaten our breakfast, showered and dressed, I was almost walking normal again and wondering what my next sexual encounter.