The white Toyota Qualis whirred softly with a cat’s purr as it raced alone under the glowing orange lighting of the halogen streetlights. It was yet...another of those hundreds of company cabs that belonged to the call-centers. Chandru, the cab driver was driving the vehicle, as Charulatha sat next to him in the front passenger seat, with thought after thought going through her mind. Like most of the days, it would be her silent drive home. Charulatha was 22. She had completed three years of. ”“You know how to go down, right?” As she posed the question, her foot stopped just mid-thigh. “No, of course you do”, not waiting for an actual reply. As she continued, her foot returned to its path of exploration. “I’m sure you’re pretty good at it. I’ve felt what your tongue can do, even if it was only my toes.”“No, those little slugs are only good for fucking”, she continued her original thought. “They are good at fucking; probably better than you. And I like to get fucked. This one. Eber amar ourosjato, ar tor gorbhojato 5 cheler songe or biye debo’. Sune parul bhison khushi holo. Baba eber parul ke chokher isara te paser ghore jete bollo. Baba ghore dhukei ager moto parul ke joriye dhorlo. Tarpor dujonei langto hoye khate boslo. Babar oi akhamba khara bara ta eto din por dekhe parul nijeke samlate parlo na. Bara ta mukhe dhukiye chuslo, tarpor bara ta hate niye khela korte laglo. Baba-o parul ke ekta chumu kheye ek hate or mai chotkachhe, nipple kamrachhe, ar onyo hat er. I have a 34D-24-36 body and I live in South India. I used to work out and keep my body in shape. My marriage was at the age of 24. He was 28.My husband was working in a company when I married him. I was working as a school teacher. We didn’t have much fun together as it was an arranged marriage. He told me that he wanted only one child. He made me pregnant with a baby boy.One day, he lost his current job. We had rough times and my salary was not enough to support the family. So my husband found.