She's wearing a low cut black shirt and no bra so I feel her nipple harden as I run my thumbs over them. "I don't think we have time, I still want my ...igarette," she tries to protest. But I can tell she wants it. I open the V of her shirt and take a plump nipple into my mouth. She moans softly. "Go ahead and start smoking and I'll take it from here." She lights up and takes a drag, letting it out slowly as I move one hand under her skirt. I move my fingers around her clit feeling how wet she. Exchanged phone numbers and started chatting. we were good friends and I had no bad feeling on her .till this incident.It was November and I was raining that day .who like rain in winter season right. I was on my way to home and I saw her in bus stand and told her that I’ll drop her . she agreed and she was on my bike. it was raining, wet cloths, cold. raining was heavy at the time of 6 pm. so I stopped in between and we were totally wet . in that churidar she was looking so beautiful. and I. She moaned and raised her hips to meet my willing finger. She was so turned on that within moments she was rocking and thrusting into a massive orgasm and I was reminded of another reason why I liked tying her arms to her side as I watched her full luscious breasts swing unrestrainedly with every thrust.Then I remembered we were in front of the window. Looking across the street I saw one of the second floor neighbors giving me a huge thumbs-up. But we were not done yet!I told her I wanted to. She’d had me eat the whole thing, feces and all. That had been the last meal I’d eaten before I’d been brought out of my hole. Suddenly my anger was razor sharp and focused like a laser at Mary. I didn’t want her going to jail. I wanted her to atone to me personally for what she’d put me through. I’d eaten her shit and not only that one time. I’d survived by drinking nothing but her piss – I didn’t even know how long I’d been doing that. The salad came out of the fridge and hit the wall on the.