In past, he used to beat mom, his wife, in front of US, his children. I remembered exactly the scene in which she was cooking a meal and he was hittin...g on her back. I tell mom frequently whenever she narrates her ordeal after marriage, ‘Why didn’t you dump him??? Why???’ The replies I get are a mixture of reasonability and unreasonability. The heart of the matter is she had no courage to divorce him. It’s the strong rule of our cast that a woman can not remarry, whatever the reason may be.. This incident happened 3 years ago when I was an college student I stay at hostel as my home is very far away from college. After the holidays I was going to college in public transport bus at night from trivandrum to banglore the bus was filled only five seats left one beside me and others behind me When the bus reached kollam next stop from trivandrum all seats are filled a 5feet fair fully shaved person sit next to me he took ticket for kochi. He kept his backpack in his lap as the bus. I immediately start to suck, and you smile, pulling it out so I can answer‘Yes daddy’‘What a smart slut you are ... do you know any other noises? What about a dog or a bitch in heat?’ you ask, rubbing you hand across my back and over my rump amplifying the fact I’m on all fours. ‘What noise would they make?’I flush bright red at the insinuation ‘woof?’ I reluctantly whisper, believing my colour couldn’t become redder.‘Good girl’ you swoon and graze your thumb over my clit - the shame followed. “Do you mind if I give you a compliment?” I whispered as I took the turn to their house. She nodded, and I slide my head across the headrest, with my eyes set on the road. I drew my lips abutting to her ears and exhaled with a sigh of my last bit of fear.“I think you looked sexy tonight. Especially with those sexy legs of yours,” I couldn’t trust my body or mind now. She giggled, holding her hand near the mouth, and whispered back at me, “Is that all that appeals to you?”“How about the way your.