I never made it, for my beautiful attacker stopped me with that same smirk plastered on his face. All I could think about is how I wish to see him out...of those clothes in my bed which I had not noticed that he was only a few inches from me now. He whispered in my ear, “Do you want to see what lies under these clothes because I sure want to see what you are hiding under yours. I want to run over all of that sexy body starting with that juicy cock.”He laughed and licked his lips as I back away. Perhaps he had not understood the non-verbal cues? It was looking more and more like I'd be getting myself off in the bathroom.He continued to stare, and I met his eyes once more and smiled. "Come on sexy," I thought to myself, "Figure it out before some balding business man feels the need to drop a load."I turned and entered the restroom, closing the door but not locking it. I stood there for maybe two minutes before I heard a light tap on the door. I stood back as the door opened and the. I stay alone here. This incident happened to me recently few months back when I was staying in Ahmadabad.one day i was working when i got a text msg from an unknown number saying “HI, do you remember me??” I called on the number immediately and it was my school junior Roshni on the other side. i was surprised to hear from her after so long. For the next few days we were talking a lot and finally decided to meet one weekend.we met on one saturday evening and i realized that a lot had changed in. "Come on, the brush." Mysister was just as close to it but she was asking me. I did as I was toldand handed her the brush. "One, two, three..." She did that when shebrushed my hair. She counted every stroke. Sometimes forty, sometimesfifty. One night when I had thrown a particular fit about wanting my haircut, she made it to one hundred, handed me the brush, told me to thankher, and then do fifty more myself. I had learned to sit still and saynothing to keep it from getting worse. I could tell.