He was too strong for me. I lay there with him on top of me unable to do anything about it.I sobbed to myself.Even if I could have screamed who would ...ave heard me? The music was loud downstairs.We were two floors away. I thought about what Kate had said. Don't drink, and don't trustthe guys at the party. They only want one thing. She had known this was goingto happen to me. I still couldn't believe she had anything to do with this.He entered me with a rough thrust. I opened my mouth wide. I was bored of my monotonous work-life and neither was there anyone in my personal life nor where these dating apps working out for me as everyone expects them to be. Matches were coming but there wasn’t anyone with whom it just clicks. That’s when I got a match on Coffee Meets Bagel (CMB) from a girl named Nikita from Mumbai.Nikita was 26 years old, fair-skinned, Sindhi girl living in South Mumbai and working for a fashion magazine. We chatted briefly on the app and slowly moved the. Using some soft thin rope, hardly strong enough to hold anything, she quickly tied his hands to the piece of railing she had fitted earlier and Alan was now held upright standing in the room beside the bed, slightly bending over it.SPLAT! She noticed his prick was getting harder and harder.SPLAT!SPLAT!'That will do, ' she thought and dropped to her knees and took his prick in her mouth.Before she had time to taste it Alan had wrenched himself free of the ropes and knocked her away."That's a. "Now, see here, they both make reference to this historian, but they make references to him to being a Hellenized Syrian, rather than a Greek. And over here" Lindsey stood up to reach for another document, "I think this is the same Historian, except his name has been garbled through three or four translations."Jimmy gathered all three documents, pulling one in front, then another, than the third. With a loud Gaelic "Yes!" he scooped up Lindsey into a hug and twirled her around. Lindsey's eyes.