Did your mom tell you to, uh, be nice to him?”
“No?”
“Is that a question or an answer?”
“No, sir, he did not.”
I found it strange, not just the line of questioning, but also his inability to look at me while he asked me such questions. Indian porn sex Luckily, all the beast wanted to do was to sniff and lick me, so I was safe on the mauling front. Most men were… safe, in an odd way, but eventually one would come along and try to have his way with me too and I was all on my own in trying to defend myself. Nothing does. surreal. He definitely hadn’t touched my curves or made me touch his crotch, the way most of my mom’s men knew to say hi to a girl. He was shouting and she was shrieking and they were both busy throwing at each other whatever shit we still had left in this dumpster of an apartment. So loud, it blinded me and it felt like I was falling. Unwanted. I expected him to dodge my palm. “You’ll have to excuse ol’ Sarge, he has a thing for young women. His body felt so hot and his thick, strong, arms felt so safe.
