Lalitha was oblique to the laughter surrounding her. The call he had just witnessed was like a ghost of the past, a ghost he thought had gone forever. He was from a colleague of his first job. Five years ago, almost in another life, Lalitha borrowed Rs 20000 from her. He promised to pay him back in a month, but he couldn’t. The colleague had been good enough not to push her to pay the money immediately and the debt had remained. A few months after the wedding of the girl was fast fixed to a man working in the UK. The girl resigned her job and was caught in the middle of the crazy race that usually accompanies an Indian wedding. In the middle of what Lalitha called and gave her account number to her. She was informal and told her to deposit the money on the account every time she had it. A week after the lady left India with her husband. Lalitha had, at that point, really intend to return the lady. But he kept turning it off until he forgot. Occasionally it would have the surface in its memory and then disappear for a long time.

But today was the terrible call. The lady was in India on vacation and angry. She seemed more angry that Lalitha had lost contact with her and everything, but she accused her of trying to steal her money. He then outlined the problem he had spent tracking her and then gave her until the next night to repay her with the interest he had gained over the last five years. He threatened to report the police if the money wasn’t on his account by the next night.

Lalitha felt cold sweat burst into the back of her neck while wondering what she would do. Your husband had no idea of the debt and if he ever knew that it would mean another fight for his habit of borrowing money from people.

He made his way to the bar and ordered a hot cup of coffee while his mind went beyond the possibilities. Before finishing the coffee she had decided - she would approach Vinod, the best friend of her husband. On more than one occasion when they had their backs on the wall, Vinod helped them. Even at this moment they had a nice sum of money. She was sure she would have the money, help her keep them from her husband. He took his cell phone and called the Vinod number.

“I need to meet you,” he said after the usual pleasures.

“Of course, I come in the evening,” he offered.

We have to meet without Girish knowing. I’ll explain when I see you. "

There was a break before Vinod continued.

“Lalitha, is everything okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“No, it’s not. But now I can’t talk. But I have to meet you. "

“Okay, calm down. Tell me where you are, I’ll pick you up. "

He told him the name of the resort where his company had brought them to celebrate the release of a new product. He promised he was done within an hour. After cutting the call he felt his muscles relieve. Vinod would help her and this problem would pass.

He waited eagerly for him to come. His eyes were constantly at the entrance to the hallway. Five minutes from the hour he saw his high familiar figure outlined in the door. His dark eyes scanned the crowd for her.

She got up and greeted him. His face turned on with a brilliant smile that pushed away his clouds.

“Hello,” he said as he approached him. “Thank you so much for getting in trouble. "

“No sweat. What is it? "

I’ll tell you in the car. Give me a minute to apologize. "

Soon the two were zooming along the highway to the city.

“Okay, I’m dying of suspense here,” he said after they had settled.

“I need your help. But Girish should never know. Never!”

“But Lalitha… "

“Please. I have no one else to turn to. You are my only and only hope.

“But for what? "

“I need money today. "

The break was longer than he wanted and for a moment he thought he would say he didn’t.

“Why shouldn’t Girish know? "

“It’s an old debt before my marriage…” He kept telling him the whole story.

Why don’t you tell him? You didn’t take the money after the wedding. It was before he made the rule that you wouldn’t borrow money from people. "

“It’s more complicated than that. Since you’re not married, you wouldn’t understand,” he said.

He drove quietly for a while. Lalitha felt that the old fear began to repeat it. If Vinod refused to be out cold.

He looked at their parking space while Vinod’s car pulled into the building. Your husband wasn’t home.

They went to the elevator quietly. Vinod went straight to his door that was next to his door and opened the door that entered his apartment, leaving the door open behind him. He read it as an indication he had to follow.

“What?” he asked.

“I will,” she offered. He loved his coffee and accepted his offer.

While making coffee, he felt it in the bedroom. She wondered where she would turn. She certainly didn’t seem to have helped her. As she took out the coffee, she was out of her bedroom.

“How will you pay me back?” asked her after taking her first sip.

Lalitha felt her hopes again.

“I’ll find a way, I promise. "

He slowly shakes his head.

“Lalitha, you know as well as I do, you can repay me without Girish knowing. "

His voice was kind and kind.

“No Vinod! I promise I’ll pay you back. "

“What if I give you another option? "

“What option? "

“I’ll pay you the money, but you can pay me back in something other than money. "

“What do you mean? "

He took a long sip from his mug and some deep drag on his cigarette.

“You”

He waited for him to continue. It took a moment to realize that the sentence was complete.

“What do you mean?” he asked, almost knowing what the answer would be.

“You Lalitha. I’ll give you $20,000 in exchange for you.”

“Please tell me you don’t mean what I think you mean. "

“You’re thinking well. I mean, I want your body like my toy. "

“Are you crazy? If Girish comes to know.. .

“She won’t. At least I won’t tell him. And I don’t think you want to tell him. It would take your debt out of your closet. "

“No, not this, please. "

“Lalitha, you are a beautiful woman,” she said as she stood up from her couch and sat next to her. Her palm reached her face and combed a hair lock that fell on her face.

He wanted to get away from him, but fear kept her in place - fear that if he hadn’t properly handled this was in deep trouble the next night.

“What would this deal entail? "

“Everything,” he replied casually. “Your body will be mine to use for sexual gratification. "

“It’s too risky,” he said.

“Let me go. I assure you I won’t put any of us in danger. Girish will never know we’re having sex. All you have to do is decide whether you are taking the offer or not.”

His mind went overdrive while assessing his situation. Almost from the moment he started he knew he was hopeless.

“When can I get the money? "

“The moment we take the photo shoot,” she said.

“What photoshoot?” he asked in surprise.

“Nudes images of you,” she informed her. “These I will keep with my lawyer with instructions that if anything happens to me, Girish will be shown those pictures. "

“Don’t you trust me?” he asked, although the thought of staying away from him after he had the money occurred to her.

“No,” he simply replied.

“I cannot accept this agreement,” he said.

“Fine,” he said. “You pulled it out, I told you my terms. If you don’t like them, you’re most welcome to drop me. "

He stood up and without a word left his apartment and went next to his. Once inside the door he felt his knees yield and fell to the floor. He was trembling both from fear and anger. He felt like he was dragged through dirt, he felt impuraged. He felt the need for a hot bath and took and went to his room. She took off her clothes until she was under her clothes. As he turned into the bathroom, he took his reflection in the mirror. He stopped and studied. At 5” he was not tall, but his body was well maintained and proportioned to his height. Her hair fell in waves to her shoulder. His 34D breasts were still in the bra. He reached behind her and untied the closure and dropped to the floor. His breasts maintained their shape even without the support of the bra. Her body narrowed to life before she sexually went out to her hips. He hooked his thumbs on the panty belt and pulled them down. The dense patch of pubic hair was all that could be seen, under it poses one of the most easily excitable cunts. The hips narrow down the thighs and end at his feet.

He had to agree that whoever wanted it. He wondered how he’d be with Vinod.

Would you be as tender as your husband? Could it last longer than 15 minutes that was the maximum Girish ever hit her? Was he older than Girish?

She took it and bowed for thinking about the worm.

On the bedside table was his telephone diary. He sat on the stool and took it. He went through every page asking who he might call for help. When he reached the last leaf, he knew he was beaten.

Hesitantly took his cell phone and called Vinod.

“Please help me,” he shouted on the phone, his tears flowed freely now.

“You know what to do,” he said calmly.

“I’m naked now,” he whispered on the phone. “Come and take your pictures. "

“I’ll be right away” he said and the line was cut.

In a few moments his doorbell sounded. He took a towel to cover and then decided against it. He walked naked at the door, after looking through the asshole to make sure it was really him and that it was just she opened the door. He came in quickly and locked the door behind him. He stepped back and left him a good view of his nudity. He stopped in an inconvenience while his eyes wandered for his body. His mind returned to many instances when he caught him controlling it, but he fired them, never imagined what he was thinking.

“Kneel down,” he said. His voice was immediately firm and tremble.

“Why? "

“Just do it,” he said with a touch of impatience.

She went on her knees.

“Now keep your hands out in front of you, as you’re offering me,” he said.

He came to look at him and held his arms off the road.

“Smile. I want you to seduce me in that smile. "

“I really don’t. "

“DO IT”

He looked at the floor and imagined he wanted to give him his body. He imagined his need and desire and then looked at the camera and smiled full, rich, warm smile. He shot the frame after his plea.

“Okay, you can get up,” she said.

She immediately stood, embarrassed and angry about what made her do.

“I’ll put on some clothes,” he said, thinking it was over.

“Wait till we’re done,” she said.

“What else do you want?” he asked.

“Very much more, but for today only a few more. Remember that Girish basketball shirt? Put it on and a pair of shorts. No clothes. Put some light on it. "

“That’s too much. "

“You think? Then you’re in a surprise while we move on. Now don’t waste time, move on. "

She left him and felt her eyes burning her skin. He opened Girish’s closet and took off his shirt and then a pair of short shorts from his. He put them and sat in front of the mirror. He ran the brush through his hair smoothing it out as he liked it. He remembered he always commented well when he combed her hair that way.

Thought made her stop. She was surprised how easily she slipped into her pleasure. Then he thought about the money and decided to play. He made sure his hair was exactly as he liked it. She brushed a little dust on her face and touched her lipstick. When she liked what she saw, she got up and went out.

“You’re great,” he said with sincere appreciation.

“Stand in the door of your bedroom. It leans on the side of the door, arm above you, a folded leg,” she directs.

She did as she asked, and she realized that her left breast would be exposed. She started covering it.

“No, don’t,” she educated her.

He clicked on some photos of her standing there. Then he said, “Come sit on the couch.”

He went to the living room and sat on the sofa that he had also indicated.

“Take your legs, put aside your shorts and play with yourself.”

“Are you crazy? "

“I’m definitely more,” he said with a smile.

He knew he was futile and spread his legs for him. She pulled her shorts from above her pussy and spread her lips, all the time she kept clicking. He found his clitoris and began to play with it. She seemed strangely sexy to do it while she looked at her and found herself getting excited by everything. Soon he wasn’t acting and had a lot of fun. He did not realize that his camera had gone in video mode and was recording his masturbation. She came hard and eventually found herself tired and wants to be fucked. She got caught hoping she’d fuck her.

“Come here and kneel in front of me,” she educated.

As he walked toward him, fumble with his hinge and produced his hard penis.

She wasn’t told what she was supposed to do. He kept his penis at the base and said it in his mouth. He started sucking him with the awareness of him by clicking away. With his free hand he grabbed his balls and gently kneaded them. He thought he was close to ejaculation and he wanted to end it with.

“I’m cumming,” she said.

“Hmmm,” he recognized.

“Put me in my mouth and I want to see the sperm on your tongue. Got it?

She tried to get away, but she grabbed her hair and kept it in her place.

“Don’t stop now or all bets are off,” he said through closed teeth.

He wanted to protest, but he decided it wasn’t the best time. He felt it tightened and kept his tongue out while pumping his tree. She sperm pulled out some on her face and then the second load fell on her tongue. He pumped it until he had anything else to give. He heard it by clicking away, catching it to his most slutty.

“Now swallow it,” he said.

He hit his head.

“Okay or you’re history, I promise. "

He closed his eyes and left his sperm slipping down his throat. He started playing and took everything.

“Now keep your mouth open and smile like a satisfied cat. "

He did as he was told.

“Good girl,” she finally said. “Give me 10 minutes while I go to send this photo to my lawyer and transfer the money to your account. When I came back, I want you in your wedding sareo on your double bed. Got it?

“My wedding zone? "

“Yes in your wedding area. I always dreamt of Girish’s wife. Without that tag, you’re useless to me.”

She was shocked and defeated. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t want him to have that pleasure.

“Do not transfer it to my account. He’ll know. I’ll give you the details of my account.”

He opened his bag and passed his paper.

He took it and left.

It was then that he fell on the floor and wept. As she cried her fingers went to her pussy and began to bow, “Vinod. Vinod. Vinod”, she continued to complain while she had another orgasm.