Shama hesitated for a moment, and then opened her mouth, kissing back, putting a hand over Anjum’s. After almost half a minute they broke their kiss....“That sort of thing,” Anjum then answered.I stared, in shock. Had I really just seen what I had? And had Shama just kissed her back like that? Shama turned to me, and then smiled.“What did you think,” she asked me.I didn’t know how to answer. Then Anjum moved Shama out of the way and sat next to me. Without warning she leaned into me and planted. So we planned to conduct a personal interview with each of them at our office. One of these three girls is our heroine. Let’s call her Swetha for now.During the interviewing she was feeling very uncomfortable and was not even able to respond to my questions properly. I was confused and I had to reject her, but I didn’t tell her or anyone at that moment.So, again I told them that results would be announced shortly and intimated to their campus and they all went back.While making the presentation. This chapter is her own account of her sexual assault and is very intense. I have made a point to not put any important pieces to the story that will affect its outcome in this chapter in-case you chose to skip this chapter entirely. Tuesday morning I saw Elizabeth again as soon as I walked into school. It felt so good to see her back at school and I realized how much my life had changed just from getting to know her. Just to be in her presence and to walk next to her always lifted my self. I grunted, and pushed back like a demented fucking slut to meet the man who was fucking me.I heard someone say; "Look at the slut," then a friend chip in with, "She loves it you can tell. The married bitch is a cock tart. A real town bike."The guy behind me must have had a nice big set of balls too, because I felt them slapping my ass, and I'm sure everyone in the room heard them slapping my ass as he fucked me harder and harder.I didn't get long to think about the wonderful feelings in my.