Her name is Richa(name changed).She was 5’5 with a great structure of 34-28-32 and was working in the media line and had a great personality with a ...lot of female followers (since college days) As I was feeling alone, pinged her “Hi” and after sometimes had got a reply “Hey” and it started from there, everything was on text and no voice.Had come to Mumbai for some days and then received a call from her and that was the first time we spoke and it all started from there; she also was alone in the. ...." I hissed.The screen finally froze on a single picture. A woman in skin tight black?rubber over her entire body, faceless, terribly, rigidly corsetted, mouth wedged open with a brutal bit gag, arms strapped painfully behind her. Over her shoulder I could be seen intent on the electrical box in my hands from which wires can be seen leading to the victim's breasts and between her legs. I was laughing." Your favourite image abigail." I whispered in her ear holding her head to look at it.". "You ready?" a call came from the lounge."Yeah," I said entering the room and reaching for Melissa I put liftedher and her collapsed buggy."Let's go then," Dad said."George still not well," then Mum asked with a touch or sarcasm."Eh, eh no still a bit under the weather", I said as we stepped outsideand into the cool afternoon sunshine.Conversation was slow over lunch with updates on what was going on athome how Ashley and Megan were getting on, how work was going for myparents, and information. ”I looked at her, and then glanced down at Angie, who was so obviously enjoying the cock in her mouth. Hmm hmm, she said to me sweetly.I pulled my camera back out to capture some nice close-up shots of this lovely young blonde, while continuing to listen to her cousin.“They’re called cheerleader sperm-eaters or bleacher whores’, and they’re at every game.“She’s a prostitute? I gasped, glancing down at Angie, who continued to bob her head back and forth into my groin.“Oh, no! They’re all just.