She squinted against the sun through her small wire-frame glasses and kept repeating her apologies. She explained that she was on her way home from a ...long day at work as well, and was thinking about other things. I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. I asked her if she would be interested in joining me in the little cafe nearby, and she obliged. We sat there talking for over an hour, and I learned a great deal about her. Her name was Katherine, age twenty-five, and she worked at large law firm. Looking back, what do you think about it?Swati: I’ve no regrets. I got a job with a nice package and a nice lifestyle.Angad: Is that all?Swati: Mmmm, someone’s looking for compliments, I believe.Angad: Oh, come on, baby, I think I do deserve some of it.Swati: Haha, well, okay sir. You’ve been very nice to me. Also, you’re okay in bed.Angad: Oh really, it seems someone has forgotten her groanings of the previous night.Swati: Then what are you waiting for? Fuck me hard. Make me groan like a bitch. It was close to 4 in the afternoon and it looked like we were going to get rained on so we moved up the hill until we found a small nearly level spot to set up a camp. We still had another hour to hike before we got to our favorite fishing spot but now we'd have to wait till morning.Just as we set our packs down, it started to rain and, almost immediately, the rain became a cold, drenching downpour. The temperature was near freezing so our wet hands were soon hurting from the cold. By the time. "That's 'Yes, Sir' to you, Faggot."My eyes widened "Yes . . . Sir." I see you are one of those trust fund faggots. Is that correct?"It was true. "Yes, Sir." Probably never worked a hard day in your life." He reached into the leather bag and pulled out what looked to be a large dildo and some kind of plastic tube. Oh no, what was happening. He squirted some gel from the tube onto the dildo and with his other hand he spread the gel evenly along the shaft of the dildo. "Here." He put the dildo in.