”I notice blotchy reddish-orange spots on their clothes. Are those bloodstains? This cannot be happening!“What should we do with him?” Rakash as...s. “He doesn’t look good for eating,” the other says. Oh god, please don’t tell me they are cannibals? “Hmm, no, but this ass of his will feel nice around our cocks,” Rakash says as slides his fat finger down the crack of my ass. Just being touched by them makes me feel disgusting. I squirm as I try to get away, but he pins me down with his knee.“We. I shrugged. Then she stretched. She may as well have been topless. It took willpower not to kneel in front of her and suck on her tits with that t-shirt on, leave two wet spots on the front of it. Now whos showing off? I said. She smiled and leaned back on her chair. And then the look I saw the day before came back into her eyes. She put her arms on the table, glanced at my cock and looked up. This may be an unusual request from me but yesterday, when I accidentally pushed your penis against. I finally told her that I saw a counselor every Monday. (There was no way that I was going to say THE RAPIST to her.) She was quiet for too long then said that she saw a counselor every Monday too. She said that every once in a while it made her feel a little better. I asked her if it helped her with the hard things and instantly regreted it. She said, "Not really." and started quietly crying. I started to panic when she didn't want to be held. I asked her if they'd talked about me. She. I was humping her and my hands were touching her waist.As no one was looking, I would at times try to insert my hands inside her pants. It was wet like a rain forest. I would also touch her breast whenever I got the chance.She was responding positively to my touches. But she couldn’t take it anymore. She turned around to face and said, “I want you to be inside of me and rock my world!”Now, we both were late for work and the bus was also very crowded. So I suggested we stay until the last stop.