"He slowly removed his fingers from my pussy and we stared into each other's eyes as he slowly sucked them clean, obviously savoring the taste of my j...ices. It seemed to take us both a couple of minutes to remember why I'm here.He finally shook his head and said, "Lady, you're killing me! And I love it!"He helped me to stand and with one of his hands resting high up on my thigh he measured my left foot. I turned slightly then and he repeated the process with my right foot. I sat back down and. I’m studying in a reputed university in Bangalore. I’m still relatively new to story writing, so kindly ignore any mistakes and enjoy the .This story is an actual incident that happened about 2 years ago when I was in my second year of college. I had this encounter with my classmate named Komal. He is also 21 years old now. He is a Tamilian who moved to Bangalore with this family from Chennai about 10 years ago.He is a dark-skinned (like super dark), very short (about 5 foot 4), and skinny. I. “So what is your opinion?” The doctor asked.“She’s capable of being interviewed, but please, if you can, be brief. She certainly is showing signs of depression. She’s very remorseful for her actions tonight and doesn’t appear to be a threat for another suicide attempt. I’m going to set up an appointment with a therapist as soon as possible.”“Did she explain the bruises on her?”“They appear to be somewhat self-inflicted. She was partaking in some sort of role-playing with a master and mistress. ” This got a non-committal shrug, “Next time he does it, give him more time and don’t make him stop until you can really say it doesn’t feel good.”“And if I let him do that, how do I tell him he can’ t fuck me?”“The up-side to that is that of course you couldn’t tell him he couldn’t fuck you.”“You know we’re the last ones here?”“Yes, I think the party is about to start.”Gord and Dolores were dancing quietly. I towed Carrie over, tapped his shoulder and danced away with Dolores. Gord scooped up.