He expanded on what Tara started.

A/N: I'm going to keep the reader apprised of anything Jim does to the notebook, since that's the fun of this whole thing, but the story will continue from Tara's perspective.

Thanks to Tara's rules, Jim was particularly attracted to Indian women and had a healthy interest in raceplay.
He tended to be a careful and cautious person, however, and he didn't want to do anything to disrupt history, so he focused on New Rules. And he didn't want to mess with India itself and risk disrupting any global politics. He didn't really care what happened over there anyway. So he created a category for his country and then, under it, wrote:

New Rule: The erogenous zones of Indian women are much more sensitive than those of other women, and Indian women experience much more powerful orgasms that also last much longer than those of other women.

New Rule: Indian women greatly prefer white men as their sexual and relationship partners, and don't mind sharing a good one.

New Rule: Humiliation and degradation fetishes are extremely common among Indian women, and any behavior in the service of these fetishes (such as public nudity) on the part of an Indian woman won't be considered illegal or immoral.

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Tara moaned loudly as her orgasm tore through her. It seemed to actually get stronger after it started, and it felt like it lasted forever. And her partner never slowed down with his rough fucking, which only heightened the experience. By the time the waves of pleasure subsided, her partner was already finished.

He wiped his cock on her thigh with a contented sigh. "Thanks for that. That was amazing, the way you just kept on going. Felt incredible on my cock. Anyway, I hope I run into you here again." he winked at her and then walked towards the back of the store where the restrooms were located.

Tara could only lie there, panting. That orgasm had been far beyond anything she'd ever thought possible. It was like something out of a story. She felt exhausted, but deeply satisfied. It really hit the spot, she decided.

Suddenly, Jim was at her side, grinning like an idiot. "Holy shit. It works." he said, and gently prodded her nipple with the eraser of his pencil.

Tara's body jerked slightly and she let out a surprised gasp at the unexpectedly intense sensation. She blinked up at him. "Wha-? What did you do?"

Jim snapped the notebook shut and held it behind his back with one hand as he leaned over her like a predator. "I didn't think you took things far enough, is all."

"What do you mea-aahh!" She cut off with a startled gasp as Jim cupped her soaking pussy with his free hand. Another bolt of unexpectedly intense pleasure shot through her, and she had a pretty good idea of what it was he'd done. "You didn't..." she started, but he just smiled.

"Oh I did. And more than just that. You'll see." He stuck his slick fingers into Tara's mouth when she opened it to reply, and she shut up with a blush, reflexively closing her mouth around the invasive digits to suck her own fluids from them. "That's right, Tara. Lick them clean. How do you taste?"

Tara blushed furiously with shame and arousal. She'd always enjoyed a healthy dose of playful degradation, but this was deeper, somehow. She loved the way Jim looked at her as she suckled his fingers. Loved it and hated it. His blue eyes were so beautiful. She couldn't respond with his fingers in her mouth, so she merely hmm'd a meek reply.

Jim smiled and stood up, removing his fingers from her lips with a soft slurping sound. "Oh, we're about to have a lot of fun." He looked around. Sandra was standing, staring at the two of them with an unreadable expression. Turning back to Tara, Jim plucked at her disheveled bra, snapping her with it. "Take this thing off, you know you don't have the tits to need it, and meet me outside." Then he waved to Sandra to follow, and they exited the cafe.

Tara stared after them, mouth hanging open. Sandra was still completely naked. She needed to get that notebook back, this was getting ridiculous. Besides, she saw another white boy approaching the cafe and her own new rule still stood: "Indian women in the Espresso Cafe be used sexually by any white man." She swallowed nervously, still remembering the sheer ferocity of her last orgasm.