But her boobs were so sexy. She had a huge size boobs. When she walks those big boobs bounces like anything. Coming back to story, I messaged to swarn...a immediately after my friend gave her number. Unexpectedly within 2 minutes of my message she called.She: who are you I got a message from youMe:(to start some conversation) sorry I thought it is my friend srinu’s numberShe:no its not srinu number and please don’t message me againMe:ok, I won’t. But at least tell your name so that I get. No force in the world could get her back into that foul loft with those sex-crazed criminals.All of her instincts screamed at her to run down the stairs, but some rational voice in her mind made her tred lightly on each stair and to tred well off center. In spite of her precautions, the stairs creaked so loudly that she was sure the men couldn't help but be awakened; in her mind's eye she could see them stirring, could almost hear them shouting warnings at each other.At the bottom of the stairs. "Kieron didn't resist as he was led out of the room and down into the mansion's basement. It was quiet, too quiet. He was pushed gently into a small alcove, made to crawl into a horizontal shaft. The shaft was padded on all sides, dark, with very little room to move. His ankles were locked into a set of stocks, with the stocks being used as the door for the cell. Hands tugged on his feet, fingernails teased the soles of his feet, and then he was left alone in the silent dark.Kieron blinked at. Bussing meant going back home. Home meant dealing with Harold. Harold meant living a lie. Dread and shame overawed me. Harold was a tyrant and together we had faked being a normal family for years. He betrayed my mother and blamed her for abandoning me. Unwittingly, I’d enabled him. I couldn’t do it anymore. My flesh crawled, even my clothes chaffed, just thinking about acting like nice old Bell for that man. That Bell was a sham, a fake.“Her clothes make me sick,” I said, when I got in Curly’s.