Unwilling to leave my cool place, I moved right inside the vestibule and I was surrounded by the group of 12 boys. They were talking to each other in ...ulgar Hindi language, and frequently staring at me, laughing out loud among themselves. As the train stopped again, more people came in, making it impossible for me to move out of the group. I was wearing a satin saree, blue in color, with a matching short sleeved blouse, not very revealing from the top.But my petticoat and sari around the waist. I find what I'm looking for at a hotel, where a newly wed couple wereabout to join their friends and family for some dancing, as soon as hebride removed her train so she could dance easier.That's where I came in, and swapped the bride and groom's outfits.To add to the fun, they would do the saame dancing they had planned todo, aware of the change in clothes - in fact aroused by the change inclothes, but operating as if nothing was wrong.And the guests would ignore the swap and just dance the. ”Wait, he wanted me to turn him into the cops? What the fuck. I was so ashamed, I didn’t want anyone to know. No, I wasn’t doing that. Fuck him, I wasn’t going to be raped by the system after he raped me. Fucking hell, no.I got the keys, went to my car, still fucking naked, and drove home. I parked inside the garage and closed the door with the remote before I got out of the vehicle. I went straight in and took a long, warm shower. Trying to get the nastiness off me, out of me. It didn’t work.I. "I was at Haylee's place when Tamara got home after the party. Haylee was the hostess that had wiped herself out and brought the party to a premature end."She was glowing after being out all night ... she had that freshly fucked glow" she commented whilst looking me right in the eye."Do you know anything about that?" she added.I quickly responded with "No ... not a thing"."Oh I thought you might ... seeing as you danced with her most of the night and you were chatting in the corner when not.