Can youever forgive me?" she repeated, her eyes pleading. I kissed and huggedher, and petted her hair, and told her there was nothing to forgive.After... we made out a few minutes more, our actual alarm went off, so wedecided to hit the showers together to get ready for the day. One briefshared shower that ended up suspiciously long later, we sat in our terryrobes together out on the breakfast nook, enjoying the room servicebreakfast that had just arrived. It was one of the best strawberry. The feeling was mutual. They behaved cordially in a civil manner with each other but that’s it. They were like strangers living in a house. In spite of being at the head of such a huge sex-trafficking racket, Karan himself wasn’t that much interested in matters of sex. He had fucked, sure but wasn’t that attracted towards the young girls who were part of his business. He was more into older women. Recently his business had obtained a fresh batch of girls, which included Anjali. However, he was. .. Jenny stopped crying at this point and directed her tear stained face at each man in turn... silently pleading for help. But there was no help to be had from any of us.The other three had their cocks out and werw wanking off at the sight of to women being buggered. I was engaged in buggering her mother, and at looking into Jennys tear filled and pain filled eyes, which only made me fuck her mothers bum more roughly.The first stage of fitting the cockhead between the buttocks and engaging the. This was it. Last chance to back out.I closed my eyes. I nodded. Then, shivering, I pulled the blindfold over them. Without thinking about it, I formed the zip tie into a loop, put my arms behind my back and slipped my hands inside of it. Then, I pulled it tight.***I waited there in the darkness for a very long time, my pulse hammering in my ears. It might have been an hour, it might only have been ten minutes, but it felt like forever.And all the time I stood there, I was shaking.At first it.