Uncle’s daughter name is Kavana after her schooling she went to Pune to her grandparents for college after that she came to Hyd she lives in guest r...oom with us. We started becoming very good friends. She was very jovial fun loving girl hard working too even loved working out in gym with to keep her fit. Dad used to be busy with his business and mom with her friends and temple. I and Kavana used to spend lot of time with each other, as she had no friends in Bangalore sometimes I used get a view. This time, when she convulsed, he clutched her butt cheeks, rose a little off the chair, and convulsed in her.“Jessica,” he said a long time later.“Yeah?”“Do you think you could get up?”“Anchor the chair,” she said. The chair didn’t slip much when she pushed her feet against the floor and her hands against his shoulders. When he came out, a rush of fluid followed. She stopped moving for a minute to get the stuff on him instead of on the rug.“You okay?”“Ask me tomorrow.”He laughed. Her clothes. You are wearing all black; your face is covered by a ski mask and a bandana so I can't see it. You stand behind me as I lay on the cold stone table and you wrap a blindfold around my eyes. I hear you take your mask off and almost right after, your warm breath hits the side of my face as I feel you smell me. A slow moan echoes from your lips as I start to tremble...I feel your fingers slide over my body as I attempt to wriggle away, when your hand comes down to take a hold of my neck, hard. My. She was a strong woman, but I was becoming a pliableone. And with a ripe booty, with the sort of treasure that men losttheir better judgment over, I was in danger. I imagined myself gettingraped, and it terrified me in a way I'd never been terrified. Suddenly,I realized my station in life had changed completely. I had to learn anew way to survive. An alien and unwelcome yearning came over me. Iwanted a knight in shining armor. I wanted somebody to hold me, toprotect me-because I was too.