I clicked it and clicked on my cousins room phone. I waited a second, and as it loaded I wondered what they could be saying. As the phone kicked on I ...heard a distinct sound coming from the speaker. I sounded as if there was moaning going on. Sadly, it sounded as if if was on the floor or under a pillow. Gathering all my whits and seriousness, I ran to their room and knocked. My cousin yelled, "What?!" . I responded by saying "Someone was on the house phone" for her. She responded back by. We had a small talk about what I do for my living, etc. I came to know she owns a nice salon in Lokhandwala. We exchanged our numbers and I promised to call for an appointment.It was a Saturday morning, I had to go to Delhi the next day, so I thought of taking a nice grooming session for myself. I called Kani and booked an appointment post-lunch.I reached the salon and Kani welcomed me with a nice broad smile. She hugged me tightly and planted a nice soft kiss on my cheeks to which I was very. I tried to fight of his hands but with no success. “You are the one who wanted to be a girl. And now you geting fucked like one. And you try to push me off. Oh hell no bitch” He let go of my neck and i immediately casp for air. Now he fucked me violently and pushed with all his force his cock in me. His cock thrusted me so deep he got me to cum all over myself. “Ohh yess Karen. Look at all that cum. See you love being fucked like a bitch. No denying that now. Look what a mess you made” I was. Ben and another Marine were killed instantly, or so they tell me. And just like that, he was taken from my life forever.Ben and I actually met in high school. He played football for our rival high school in west Texas, where we both grew up. Me and a couple of cheerleader friends ran into him and a couple of his teammates after the “big game” when I was a sophomore. I honestly thought he was a total asshole at the time. Looking back though, I may have been a bit of a bitch, so maybe it wasn’t.