So, we used to just spend time having fun and gossiping and joking around. We used to touch each other playfully and sometimes, I used to brush agains... her boobs or ass mistakenly and she did not mind it.After a few days, we exchanged numbers and even started texting. Initially, it was a normal conversation and then we got more comfortable with talking about past relationships and stuff. At that time, both of us were single and weren’t looking for anything serious.Once, we were walking along. I slowly realized that she was as Niagara, flooding my entire midsection in her naughty juice and allowing me even deeper within her.“In my pussy!”“No!” I smacked again and she cried out! “Why what did I do?” she complained.“You’ll take your brother’s cock deep inside you, wherever he wishes, and you’ll cover it in your naughty juices like a slut; just like you’re doing right now!” I barked orders as if her master, but I didn’t truly know whether she would listen this time or not. To my. The event was largely forgotten and if the culprit was not apprehended it was because of Anita. Lakshmi used to take good care of her but to her own surprise Anita did not feel traumatized as perhaps **** victims should have felt. If anything she remembered how he had made her go on all fours and had entered her from behind and that it was not as unpleasant an experience as it should have been. It was a moment that brought back many memories and Anita herself did not go whether to keep it as a. It was a picture of nice naked breast with a small tattoo of a horse just above the nipple."You'll be surprised where the ladies want their tattoos these days," he said with a laugh."Nice work if you can get it," I said joining in with his laughter."Oh, I did this one the other day," he said pointing at another square of cardboard.It didn't look much, just a small blue butterfly."It's where I did it," he explained when he saw my face. "Right up here."He pointed to the top of his own inner.