Could that mail belong to the opposite room? Not in a big rush, no longer starving after that mouthful of honey. Still wanting something more personal...to eat too. Sheela, could she…be my next fuck partner? Mail in hand, I knocked on the door. It was too late to stop as I heard a voice.The door opened just enough to see her standing there, jus like me after the bath nothing on except for a turkey towel which barely covered the main portion of her body. She was a goddess with curves in all the. "You stupid little tart!" her mother hissed in Hindi, as she rocked her daughter's face with a stinging slap. "Are you stupid? Do you want to cause a lot of trouble? You shut up about these things, you don't complain -I don't want to hear it. Just stay away from men, missy, and they won't touch you. But if you sit next to them in a room alone, what do you expect? You're fourteen now! Use your head!"Geeta had fled to her room, crying. Geeta had hated living at home for some time now - a million. She went to room I was standing at door she called me inside to bathroom I was excited I went in she was on potty ordered me to sit on floor I did she came near my face and started to piss I tried to get up and she caught my hair obey me or else I’ll doom you I cursing myself sat on floor she started too piss on my face yuck it was hot salty and smelly I hated it I sat there drenched in her piss was feeling soo low and ashamed she sat on poty and started to shit it was soo awkward I couldn’t. Just a few precious months 6 We had a call from Milligan, he was involved with a complex case he couldn’t avoid and for him he was sorry, but June was out! we asked Could he come this weekend then? Yes, he could and would if we didn’t mind… thus it was that his big old Jag bumped over our cattle grid on the next Friday evening. Milligan, jumped out, an overweight, short old boy, who fitted behind the big oak desk in his office as though he was part of the scene. Here in the windswept garden.