”Whispers started at the back of the crowd and some who knew Radhika were shaken as Radhika was known to the bitch of the first year. She was a brat..., daughter of wealthy businesswomen Mahi Mittal. Her mother, Mahi Mittal was dumped by her husband in the first year of her marriage for a younger woman, since then she hated men like anything. Radhika inherited this hatred for men from her mom. Radhika was a lesbian and many girlfriend dying to be with her. She once slapped and abused her classmate. Working girls know better than to rile the police, and the bolt and chain rattled as the inhabitant hurried to comply. The door opened, and I shouldered my way past a rather blowzy looking woman, who must have been 40 if she was a day.Judging by her dress of a hastily thrown on dressing gown, her hair in a mess and cum trickling down her thighs, she and Jazzer must have been indulging in rumpty pumpty when I had banged on the door.I called out in English, "Get your clothes on Jazzer, and come. He turned her back towards him. Her dress was down in front, her breasts exposed. They were quite large but didn’t appear to be fake. Dave didn’t see any scars. He put a hand on either side of her head and kissed her, his tongue raked across her lips. She parted her lips and both of their tongues wrapped around each other, searching and finding. The sounds around them started to fade as Dave pulled his clothes off and Marissa allowed the dress slide to the floor. Her cunt was shaved and she had. Then she warmed up a pizza in the microwave and ate it in the kitchen. While eating she read a fashion magazine she had bought two days ago before all of this started. Some of the sexy pictures made her think about her situation but the silly articles distracted her from thinking about the photos Barry had forced her to post and what the people in the forum might say. She didn't want to think about that or about the bottle she would have to abuse herself with tomorrow.After she was done with.