They were falling, staining the smooth painting of her cheeks. She looked me in the eye again, I can feel how itchy they must be to her. She shook her...head gently, sadly. She removed her hand, and it slipped out of her ring. She was gone. I had forgot again. I looked across the table and found a young woman, in a white gown. She was crying. She looked at me with such sadness and misery in her eyes. ‘Monica?’ ‘Yes, dad. I’m here.’ I could hear the trimmers and shaking in her voice. Her. She complimented my voice many times. She lived in Andhra and I used to work in Bangalore.Once, I invited her to Bangalore. She agreed to come but she did not commit a date. I did not have any intention to have sex with her. I used to treat her like a friend. I never crossed my limits in the phone conversations that we had. Finally, she gave a date to visit Bangalore. I have a flat, a byke in Bangalore and living alone. I asked whether she was ok to stay in my house. She said that she was. ? I feel completely out of control of my body as I make a sexy stride up to the man.? I turn on the charm telling him how sexy he is as I start to rub his crotch through his pants.? I feel him getting hard through the fabric.? A knot in my throat forms as I talk to him the way I had been taught.? I try not to let it be seen on my face that this man sickens me.? I know the consequences if I fail though.? With a sultry look, I stare him in the eye and ask if he ever had a dirty whore.? He shakes. This time she just about screams with the pleasure of it; then the woman reaches down and rubs Laura's clit gently but firmly. This sends the voluptuous brunette over the edge; she bellows out loud "Oh god!" and her pussy clenches around the hard shaft in orgasmic bliss while she blacks out for a long moment from too much pleasure.She felt as if she were sinking into a cloud of hot, velvety softness, consumed by a tidal wave of sweet aching wetness. "I'm coming! Oh God, I'm really coming," she.