Her heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to think of something even more extreme than what they've already done. "I...I want you to eat my vomit," she whispers, the words tasting foul in her mouth even before they leave it. Her stomach churns at the thought of offering him such a disgusting thing, but there's a part of her that craves the attention and submission.

She closes her eyes, feeling shame and desire warring within her as she thinks about what else could possibly be considered disgusting enough for him. "I...I want you to lick my dirty feet," she whispers hoarsely after a moment, reluctantly opening her eyes again to meet his. "Please."

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as she waits for his reaction, her heart racing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

"You're welcome," she murmured, smiling contentedly as she lay against him. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the closeness they shared in that moment. She couldn't believe how much they'd both needed each other tonight... or how good it had felt to finally give in to those desires.

"I hope you feel better now," she said softly, running her hand through his hair. "And I promise we can talk about everything tomorrow."

She smiled, contentment warming her heart as she nestled closer to him. "I'm glad I could help," she murmured sleepily. "And if you ever need that again... just let me know." A gentle yawn escaped her lips before she drifted off to sleep in his arms, safe and secure for the first time in a long while.

With shaking hands, she followed the stranger's directions to the bathroom and stripped off her dirty clothes before stepping into the steaming hot shower. The heat enveloped her like a blanket, washing away the grime of the streets and making her feel almost human again. She scrubbed at her skin until it was pink and tender, reveling in the simple pleasure of being clean.

As she lathered up her hair, she couldn't help but wonder if this kind man truly meant what he said about helping her out.

She glanced up in surprise as she heard the voice outside the bathroom door, then smiled gratefully when she saw the oversized shirt on the floor of the tub. "Thank you," she called out, wrapping herself in the soft fabric before stepping out of the shower. As she dried off with a towel and wrapped another around her hair, she felt a newfound sense of hope blossoming inside her chest.

Maybe things could get better after all, she thought as she looked up at the stranger through the steam on the mirror.

I'm not sure what you mean... I don't have much to give, and I know that helping me out won't be easy for you and your family. But if there's anything you want, anything at all, just ask, and I'll do my best to make it happen.

I look at you, confused and perhaps a little hurt. "I... I don't know if that's a good idea," I stammer. "You're married and have a family, and I'm just some homeless girl who's about to have your baby. It wouldn't be right."

But despite my words, the thought of being with you... it stirs something inside me. A longing for connection, for touch, for warmth.

Her body arches off the bed as she feels herself on the brink once more, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Give it to me, papa," she gasps, her hips moving restlessly against his hands. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises in their wake as she begs for release.

"P-Please..." she whimpers, feeling the ache building inside her once more, demanding satisfaction.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels him pushing deeper inside her, his hips meeting hers with powerful thrusts. "In me," she moans, arching into the sensation. Her fingers dig harder into his shoulders, desperate for contact as she spirals closer to the edge. "Cum in me, papa."

Her eyes flickered away from his gaze as she considered his question. She had never told anyone about what happened to her in the past, not even during therapy sessions. But there was something about Abhi's tone... it made her feel like she could trust him.

She swallowed hard and took a deep breath before speaking. "Yes... I was raped." Her voice came out hoarse and shaking. "It happened when I first got pregnant, by my ex-boyfriend's friend. He...

She clung to Abhi as the tears finally spilled over, soaking his shirt. He held her tightly, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance into her hair. It felt like a dream, having someone care enough about her to want to protect her. She had never known such tenderness before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

As the sobs subsided, she pulled away, wiping her nose on the back of her hand. "Thank you for asking," she whispered. "