Not a chance.

Jim met Tara's eye and just laughed. "Are you kidding? If this thing has even a small chance of being legit, I'm keeping it." He spied the pencil Tara had used and pulled out of Sandra, who shuddered and groaned but otherwise remained still.

Tara opened her mouth to plead with him some more but that's when her mystery white boy found her nipples and gave them a pinch. So instead, all she said was, "Heyooooo fuuuuck!" Her bra had been pulled down, which lifted her modest breasts impressively. Her nipples stood out proudly, a clear indicator of her body's desire for him to continue. She tried to pull away from him to go intercept Jim, but he was already yanking her pants down around her knees and groping her firm ass.

"Oh yeah. That's a nice ass. You Indian girls are a tight little package, aren't you?" He wrapped a strong arm around her waist and picked her up, pulling her in the opposite direction of Jim and the notebook. "I can't wait any longer, let's do this."

Tara was burning up as he laid her down onto her back on a table. Her fear and arousal blended together in the most intoxicating way and she almost didn't care what happened any more, as long as this white stud fucked her properly. And she didn't have to wait, either. He immediately stripped her pants and panties off of her legs and within seconds he had his cock out and was rubbing it hungrily against her slick pussy. She shuddered. "Oh god, yes."

The man grinned as she gasped and stopped fighting him in anticipation. He gave her nipple another solid pinch, which only served to arouse her further, forcing a loud moan from her lips. "That's it, slut. Spread those legs for this big white cock. I know what you want."

She turned her head to see that Jim had begun writing something in the notebook, but her attention snapped back to her own situation when her white boy slapped her ass sharply.

"I said spread those legs, desi whore!"

Tara nearly came on the spot and spread her legs obediently. She did feel very much like a whore. Virtually naked in a public cafe, legs spread wide, dripping with anticipation for some random white dude she'd never seen before. But then, hadn't she wanted this to happen when she'd written that new rule in the notebook? 'Oh shit, the notebook!'

But all thoughts of the notebook vanished as that big cock entered her. This time there was no nearly about it. Tara came hard; it was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. God, she was a whore. She was still in an orgasmic daze when Jim's change took hold of the world.