“I will hopefully land in Mumbai tomorrow.” I assured him.I looked at Maggie. She looked lost. So I asked what was the problem. Then she told me a... story which threw me off. She started by telling me that she is looking for a job in Mumbai because she wanted to move away from Mangalore. She had lived all her life in the city and had never done anything exciting.Suddenly she asked me what I did for a living. Then I told her my job role. She was like, “I wanted to be a model, but my parents. After a few seconds of silence, they burst out laughing. My heart was pounding, I was trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement as they shouted insults, they called me “wanker”, “pervert”, “filthy cunt” “fucking p**o” and other names. I was close to cumming. But I hadn’t heard two women and two men approaching me from behind.The two women (Alice and Jane) threw me to the ground and began to kick me around.“Filthy fucking cunt” Jane growled, “You should be castrated you bastard” The two. For weeks both Rachael and the Queen enjoyed the beauty of lesbian sex, and in the middle of the night Rachael would leave the Queens bed and wonder nakedly down the passageway to the King, in his bed he ravaged her, she responded by having multiple orgasms and she would smile at the King as he grunted and groaned as he orgasmed himself leaving his seed within Rachael, some nights the King would not be able to become erect so Rachael would take the royal penis and suck it until it did, most. They drove me crazy with pleasure and lust; I had a cock in my mouth trying to make it give me its sperm. I was lost to my own lust that they'd brought out from me.By then I knew that I was now going to be their sex slave. I told them that I would do whatever they wanted me to do, just as long as they did not show my husband the video they made of what I had done. When they and I were satisfied and I was drained from all of my own climaxing for the night, Roger opened the door and put me back.