Robed figures surrounded her in a circle and they swayed back and forth rhythmically as they chanted in some sort of language she didn’t understand.... Latin, maybe? She was lying on the floor and could see that she was in the center of some sort of design, painted onto the hard concrete. It was hard to tell from her low angle, but it looked like a pentagram.She tried to rise to her feet then noticed she had iron manacles round her wrists and ankles. These were connected to shiny chains which were. She had NEVER, in her life, been as proud of herself, or felt any twinge of regret, over letting him be her very first man. She had been in love, and was PROUD of him, as she could be. It was a part of the reason that she had allowed him to share her with his friends, and a little later, his family. The first time he had shared her, it had been a bit difficult, but it had turned out well. THIS is when the "class nerd" had fucked her in front of their friends. He had made her cum almost as much. He goes with other women instead of you. And one day when he was having an affair with another married woman he was spotted and killed by her husband.”Jeya never moved in shock. She wanted to conceal the truth from her son. But perhaps her son’s business contacts might have revealed him the truth, she thought to herself. Jegan continued. “That’s why ever since dad’s gone, I’ve done everything possible to keep you happy. But I don’t know what to do to keep you happy in terms of sex. I also know. You sure are lucky." Your not going to give me any rest on this are you?" Jennie asked."I'm sorry, Jennie. I drop it if you want. I don't want to annoy you. You're my best friend." Will your parents allow you to do homework at my house?" Asked Jennie."Sure. They like you and they like me to help my friends." I said."If I call you tonight after supper can you come over, 'ahem', and help me with my homework?" Asked Jennie."Sure, why." "Alan is coming over tonight and mom is going out. Dad will be.