In the beginning I'd stay in bed with the curtains drawn, numbed by sorrow. Mourning my wife's death, and feeling sorry for myself having lost my job ...which had meant a lot to me. My wife was driving our car, when a truck coming from the opposite direction had blown a front wheel tyre. Annie was killed instantly and I had lost part of my left arm and suffered a few other injuries. I was still in hospital when my kind boss visited me. He had realised that I should not be able to continue my work. I wanted more workers but I did not want to pay high wages, I needed cheap labor real bad. My friend that works at the local women’s correctional facility told me about a program that helps the women transition back into normal life. The facility held women who were almost done with their prison term; they were considered low risk to the community. I looked into the program and found that I could make more money from hiring these women. A few weeks later I held a small job fair at the women’s. The heroine of the story is Gurpreet Kaur (name changed), a Sikh girl, my batchmate. At the time, Gurpreet was a busty girl who used to wear tight jeans and t-shirts. Her ass and boobs were always prominently visible. Her hips were also wider than her waist.Before we became physical, we were not very friendly with each other. Just knew each because we were in the same batch. On top of that, she had a boyfriend from a different branch.In the middle of our college session, all of our batches went. I felt him lean over me and he tied another silky scrap of fabric around my lips."No more questions, babe..." Those oiled hands once again slid over my shoulders, pressing hard enough to make me moan again into the silky cloth.He left my back and I suddenly felt his hands on mi inner thighs. He paused, squeezing his hands around my calves and I felt his lips brush the back of my thighs. This man then slipped his thumbs between my legs, just above my knees, inching up my inner thighs.I started.