We burst through the bedroom door,I ripped off his shirt before flinging him on to the bed.I climbed on top of him and leaned forward slowly grin...ding againsthis cock, my breast just perched infront of his face. I start to kiss his tender lips,slowly inserting my tongue wrapping it around his.I than start kissing his face moving towards his ears nibbling gently and quietly moaning as I continue to grind against his hard cock. I then start to move down hisbody kissing and nibblinghis. I felt his hands against my upper back as he began to thrust his manhood down my throat. I did my best not to gag but his penis was by no means small. At this point I thought this might be all he wants, a good blow job. This thought was soon dispelled as he brought out a couple of condoms from his pocket and said "let's move to the bedroom" as he pulled me to my feet.As we entered my bedroom I began to attempt to pull off the little black dress to get a little more flexible shall we say. He. .. land ownership rights ... voting rights ... less pay for the same work a man did.Finally, out of breath, sweating profusely and feeling faint, she slowly stumbled to a stop. Bobby had stood there the entire time, not saying a word. He didn’t flex the muscles in his bare chest to try to impress her. His face didn’t take on the smirk she expected. His lips didn’t smile in that snide way that meant “This bitch is nuts, but I’ll humor her.” That face seemed to suddenly be at the end of a long. I went in the living room to talk to her. She was trying to book a cab. It was around 2.30 am which is why it was taking the time. The conversation after that went something like this.Me: You do realize that you won’t get a cab at this hour?Divya: I don’t care. I just want to get out of here.I went near her, took her phone and cancelled the ride.Me: Don’t be crazy, its 2.30. Go home in the morning.Divya: You know he is just too much sometimes…Me: Yeah, I know. He is an asshole.It was dark in.