.. I'm not entirely sure what they meant but it seemed to be a good thing.So anyway here I was, waiting for the next bus in the rain with two smoking ...hot babes who seemed to be friendly. When one of them asked me for my number, now in my house the whole spending hours texting people on a small "demon box" was nearly out lawed... I mean I had to sneak my phone out of the house this morning. After saying "okay but just give me your number first" fully knowing I didn't have a clue how to find my. We reached Seema’s house and got a warm welcome there. There were only two living rooms in their house, a drawing room and a kitchen garden in the backside. The kitchen garden side was dark side with no light. At night no one goes there. The window of bathroom opened in kitchen garden. Due to the instruction of :Pandit ji” and shortage of rooms, Seema & Jyoti shared one room. And I sleep in drawing room.On our second last day, when Jyoti came back from her practical training, she went to market. Yes i answered.Yes sir he said and slapped me (lightly) Dont look at me piggy he ordered.No sir.He went to a bag under his sink and took out a collarPutting it on, i could feel his cock pushing into my flimsy skirt.He took out a dog lead and put it on the collar pulling it down hard.He twisted round his hand so my neck was right by his wrist.He pushed his hand up my skirt, really roughly feeling my pussyHis mouth covered mine and he stuck his tongue deep into my mouth.Im going to fucking enjoy. "I touched his hand. "You do a lot, just by being here."He turned his hand over and squeezed my fingers. "Then I'm glad." He picked up the bowls. "Want me to do the dishes?"I considered. "I don't really want to be alone with my thoughts right now. How about if we do them together, and then do something fun?"When the last dish was dried and put away and the sinks drained, Mike and I went for a walk through the neighborhood. I hadn't thought there was much to see, but I found myself pointing out.