In the evening after the katha (story of karwa chauth) I had tea and I started becoming ready for the breaking my fast. As per the traditions I had to...wear my wedding lehenga again, bindi, sindoor, heavy jewelry and all the stuff but the only difference is that this time my hair were open. Due to hunger I was feeling weakness but this weakness had made me more feminine. I was wearing pink lehenga which had a crystal work all over and after the wedding day I had got stitched a new choli for me. We were both semi to hard. After a while I excused myself to go to the bathroom wondering if anything might happen. When I returned nothing seemed to have. I suggested that they should kiss (we were young). After a while they did, which was a huge turn on. I watched them kiss for quite a while. He couldn’t resist feeling her tits and M started stroking his cock. I watched while he reached down inside her G-string and started playing with her pussy. Since her tits were free, I went. I hope we run into her again.” The city wasn’t all that big, so the opportunity for Tina to run into her new fans was pretty good.JC came back into the house via the kitchen just as the final seconds of the game ticked by. Tina was sitting next to her husband and gave JC a wry grin when she came in. “I’m going to have to ask Tina to lunch soon and find out how her evening was.” JC thought to herself. Plopping down on the sofa next to Mike, JC gives him a kiss on the cheek while looking over at. She’d never had any feelings about prostitution before she had become one. Now she had strong feelings. She didn’t like the men, and women come to that, who exploited women. John had tried it, and had gotten away with it until she realised what had been going on. She knocked again, and the door was answered. She was taken aback by her client. Client, not a bad description. She walked into the room. It wasn’t a room, but a suite. The guy who let her in wasn’t a guy. He was an old man. “Oh fuck”.