He squeezed himself against my body and started to grope my thighs. He ran his fingers on my legs and pressed in between the legs, and then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. I was trying to resist him but then with one of his hands he began to paw my breasts.
‘Balchandraji, please, not here! Let’s go home.’ I tried to beg him, but he wouldn’t listen. He kissed me at the nape of my neck and then pulled away the pallu of my sari. Quickly he unbuttoned two of the buttons on my blouse and buried his face between my breasts.”
Meanwhile I could see that the driver was astonished. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road, and kept glancing at the rear view mirror, ogling my exposed cleavage. Meanwhile Balchandraji was like a man processed. He quickly unbuttoned the rest of the blouse, and the front fell open, exposing my bra. He reached inside and roughly grabbed my breast. In a shock I realized that one of my perfectly round breasts was now completely exposed out of the bra, flopping around for all to see. Balchandraji pinned my arms behind me and started to suck at my exposed tit. He was so strong that I couldn’t fight him.
‘Balchandraji!’ I pleaded. ‘Please stop. I promise you I will do what you want me to do once we get home. Please!’
Balchandraji decided either that was a good deal or he had mercy on me. He allowed me to cover up and once again be decent, but placed my hand on his crotch. I had to rub his pants and I felt his hardness. He was ready to have his way with me once we reached home, I realized. I mentally prepared myself to be ravaged by this man, and to my surprise, I found myself becoming wet at the thought. It’s been a while since someone had just used me as a piece of meat, I realized.
Somehow the driver managed to reach home without having an accident, as he was constantly trying to peek at what was happening in the rear seat, where I had to tolerate being groped, pawed, pinched and kissed by Balchandraji at his pleasure. Finally, the taxi stopped outside our house, and I got out. Balchandraji paid the driver and got out as well.
As soon as the taxi left, he turned to me. ‘Well, bahu,’ He told me, smacking me painfully across my bum, ‘Let’s go inside, shall we?’ I could only nod and open the door as he continued to squeeze and spank my buttocks. It was good that it was late at night, dark and raining, otherwise one of the neighbors would have surely seen something. I tried to open the door quickly, while knowing at the same time that as soon as the door would shut and we would be on the other side, I would be at his mercy. My body would be plundered by this old man.”
Once we were inside the house, I was fully expecting him to jump on me, but surprisingly Balchandraji had other plans. He told me to go to kitchen, and get a glass of milk and bring it to the bedroom. I didn’t understand why, but I nodded. He also told me once I was there, to sit and wait in bed for him. Just grateful that I wasn’t being sexually assaulted immediately, I agreed and went to the kitchen.