She also knew that tonight would be rougher, kinkier and more extreme than the last. That had been the game so far. What started as light bondage and...some playful spanking had slowly turned over the last year into things she had only read of or seen online. What shocked her was how willing she was to be a whore. Not just willingly but longingly, she craved it. Normal sex, sex that anyone who knew her would assume was the only kind she had ever known. Sex without pain, without humiliation,. My grandmother arranged a vehicle for my mother so that she can reach safely to the station. It was Sunday as said by my mother and the train was at 9:00 clock in the evening . The driver came by 3:00 clock with his tata indica car .Driver was like damn muscular with a dark complexion and have a very bulky body with a big mustache.The journey started around 3:15 pm, my mom sat on the back seat and he started to drive .My mother asked his name and he responded as Umesh. With about 45 minutes of. The forty-mile ‘forced march’ through back-country wilderness he’d completed, in under nineteen hours, all while carrying a full rucksack and rifle was an infamous part of the selection process. He’d never felt more tired while walking than during the final leg before the cadre told him: “You’re done.” He didn’t even know where that last point was, just that he had to keep moving from rendezvous point to RV until they told him to stop. At least this time he could see his destination. He angled. A hand suddenly went to her chest feeling her exposure and she tried to sit up, a deep frown on her face.I laid my hand over hers and pressed her back. “Its okay,” I said, “you need to rest and keep cool.”Again I put the wet cloth to her brow, as she relaxed and closed her eyes. She soon appeared to be sleeping, a more calm look had come over her. It seemed like for hour after hour that I continued to bathe her. I couldn’t avoid seeing her nipples even more clearly where water had dripped on.