I was almost worried the strong thoughts meant the kiss was not well received. On the contrary, she just did not understand why I would possibly want ...o kiss her. She was barely able to imagine that anyone would want to buy her a drink and I had gone and kissed her. Apparently, T-BAG had told her she was an ugly, stupid slut. As had his friends. And their friends. Basically, every boy she had ever dated had told her she was an ugly, stupid slut. Apparently, only jerks had the guts to ask her. “You!” Sangeeta scooted closer to me and started slapping on my thighs playfully.“Oww… ok ok, what do I call you then?” I asked her, blocking my thighs with my hands, and interlocking my fingers in hers.“Just call me ‘Sangeeta'”“Okay, Sangeeta aunty.” I said, winking at her mischievously.“You naughty!” Sangeeta pounced on me, trying to free her hands from mine. But I was tightly gripping her hand in mine, and we both fell on the sofa, her soft boobs crushing on my chest, while our hands. And I thought in my mind again… All I want to see is suffering… Holding at the curtains with my tight grip, I take a step closer to him, between his legs. He closes his eyes for a second with a deep sigh of anticipation… opens them again to look at the brutality in mine. Something that he immensely loves and hates at the same time… I nudge his balls with my toe, pushing deep… drawing a loud grunt from his throat. He tries pulling his self up and away from the mercilessly digging toe. I. I offered to meet the next day. I asked her what's the rush, the tone of her voice changed and she said it's my birthday today and I don't want to spend it alone. I could understand that and I said OK when I get out of work where would you like to meet. She chose a bar in a small bowling alley in a neighboring town. To my surprise when I got there she was not alone and I found myself in an awkward situation. Her adult son and his wife were there and her 18 yr old daughter with her boyfriend..