"Who cares if a whore fucking enjoys it?" The first voice said contemptuously. "We'll see how long that lasts. Get her inside."The bag was pulled swif...tly from over her head, leaving her blinking in the sudden light. It was a warehouse - there were a lot of them, huge and cavernous on the edge of town. She realised if she screamed it probably wouldn't even reach the walls. She was sitting in her bra and pencil skirt on a wooden chair, surrounded by various industrial detritus and a thin mattress. Fir humne kaafi deyr chat bhi ki.Mene usse yeh kya ki vo bohut beautiful hai. Usne smile de di.Ek saal humari dosti rahi. Fir 2nd year class buildings change ho gyi aur us ko ek mahine mai 1-2 baar hi dekh pata tha. Ek din pata chala uska bf ban gya hai koi aur. Agli 3 raatein mai so nahi paya. Rotaa aur padta raha.Fir mene unhi raaton mai ek love letter likha emotional vala. Fir mene uski friend ko diya bola jab uska breakup ho jayega de dena. Vo lines bohut romantic thi yaaro. 90% ladkiya ya. It’s beautiful. That wasn’t too bad.’ He was digging in his bag and brought out a container of fruit. ‘Voila.’ ‘Oh my, I didn’t know you could cook.’ She smirked at him. ‘This took a lot of work ma’am. I’d expect some kind of appreciation.’ He got up to sit right next to her, their arms brushing against each other. ‘I do appreciate it.’ Instinctively, she reached up and landed a peck on his cheek, popping a grape into her mouth. ‘Thank you.’ A wide smile appeared on his face. ‘So if I cook. Ranma blushes. She is about to hit the man.But instead to using her fist, she finds herself doing what she was told.Apron fells down on the floor, revealing her sexy body clad with whitelingerie. Man smiled, his hands are moving all over her skin, rubbing hercurves. Ranma makes a moan when she felt his hands squeezing herbuttocks. But despite feeling ashamed, she rises not a single fistagainst this man.He turns Ranma back, holding her shoulders again as she sees herreflection in the mirror.