After cleaning myself, I came out nude and she smiled and gave a fake shame face.Pra: hey deepak you, moron, have you lost your all bit of shame.Me: I...won’t be needing any clothes for these two days, and neither will I let you wear any.Pragya set the dinner and I took the champagne I bought. I made a toast as well.“Here’s to you, your sexy body that will be handled without break for next 48 hours, to your sweet hole that will be never left alone by my tool, your mouth that will taste my cum for. Startled, I pulled up my pants quickly and answered “occupied!”A low voice responded “I know it’s occupied, but I wanna come in and deal with that white cocksucker in person!” Oh shit! It was him! Rock hard, I opened the booth, let him in and locked it up quickly. He was much taller than me, with black hair and a serious look on him. I was stunned as I sized up this man in front of me.“I’m slightly embarrassed” I said shyly, in an honest admission that I was somewhat nervous now that he was in. The next moment his fingers were on the blouse buttons and he was undoing them. I wasn't sort of worried, it happened so fast I never saw him do it.In the next moment he pulled it apart and my front fastening bra was unclipped, that was when I took action. The only trouble was, I was talking to my husband as this all happened in what seemed like a nana second. I flapped my free hand at him, trying to waft away his hands. That was when I should have shouted at him but I never, why? I suppose it. He’ll have a very short window to get inside her house and do whatever he wants to her while her family watches on-call (muted of course, the last thing he wants to hear is her mother’s anguished cries), and when he’s done he’ll gingerly leave her body outside as he burns her house down. In the area she was living and in the middle of an economic recession, this was essentially a one-way ticket to permanent homelessness. Now this plan does sound fucked up and let’s admit it, it is a fucked up.