I started to be scared, thinking that man was going to fuck me inside that room and nobody could help me…"Get against the wall, bitch" The black guy...yelled at me. The look on his face was so cruel and hard that I had to turn away from his gaze. "Why?" I pleaded, trying to be defiant to him."I am to search you, bitch" He just grunted. "That's why..." "You can't do that… And stop calling me a bitch" I protested. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it very hard. The next thing I knew was that he had. She had eventually known by this time that I was staying alone. As we both were heading to the station we decided to share the rickshaw.That was my 1st ever interaction with here and post that we used to talk a lot. One day on a Sunday morning she came up to my flat and told me that she needed some help to arrange things as her brother was travelling outstation and she was finding it difficult to place things.I was in shorts and and she was looking awesome in pink shorts and white t-shirt. Here. So in this process I touched her boobs and after cleaning we went to my room and we laid on the bed side by side.We started chatting -I – so what plans for tomorrowRamya – we’ll decide tomorrow.I – so what elseRamya – I have a doubtI – what ??Ramya – what is masturbation ??( I was not much surprised as we talked about everything. but that day I felt uncomfortable and dint know how to explain her )I – I am not able to explain you but it gives the artificial pleasure of having sexRamya – so show. She kissed her way down over my stomach, with her nails showing the soft sheen of a recent manicure. Soon she traced her fingers up and down my naked torso, softly but leaving thin scratch marks all over. I wanted more and craved some pussy loving when I placed my hands on her shoulders, pushing her down towards the golden honey pot which was my throbbing clit but she stopped and kissed me just above my cleft. We made eye contact again and again and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before.