.." lifting me to her Jane whispered in my ear " do as your told or I will punch you next time and if you still try to fight ill let Marc do what he l...kes to you" she said pushing me hard to my knees in front of Marc, "No" I whispered “I won’t do this I..." cut off I felt Jane hand grip my hair and her mouth my ear “You will do this! Marc is going to **** you and there is NOTHING you can do about it” I looked up at Marc and saw him smiling, Jane stood up behind me and moved to his side “she’s. Ki jo dekhe pagal ho jay.phir mene babhi ki panty or bra bhi utar di or unke sare badan ko chumne laga.phir tori der chumne ke baad babhi mere kapre utarne lagi or mera 7”5 ka land hath me leke hilane lagi. Jo ki ek dam kahra tha ar muh me leke choosne lagi.mere muhe se aahaa ooooohayy kya maja aa raha tha jaise ki me janat me tha. Thori der choosne ke baad babhi ko mene khara kiya or kiss karne laga phir mene babhi ke mumme ko muhe me leke choosne laga babhi ke muhe se ajib se awaze aa rahi. She said only once but would not go into any details about what happened, however she agreed to introduce him to me.Naturally we could not wear any makeup in front of Aunty Betty and we had to dress modestly, so we decided to smuggle some makeup and short skirts into the picnic basket unbeknown to Aunty Betty, which was no mean achievement since she had a reputation of being a female Sherlock Holmes. As soon as we arrived at the picnic we rushed out of the car with the basket and made straight. From beneath your lashes, you wipe your lipstick against a napkin before folding it in half, returning your gloss to your bag. Eyes consumed, your attention seems to shift as down the carriageway your acquaintance returns. The playful flirting having seemingly come to an end I return to my drink. Up ahead the smoke billows from the engine into the nights sky. My eyes return to your reflection as you listen to him, chin resting on your hand. I dare to glance back across the carriageway. A.