Her emotions riveted around like a steel ball in a pinball machine. She couldn’t keep up with the mix of intense feelings that raced through her.She... would ask for names when her mouth wasn’t stuffed. She would try to make human connections, but there were no ties to be knotted. All they knew or cared about was here was this fucked up, MILF that was fine and ripe for total abuse.They had a bukkake slut and they were all in competition to see how many deposits they could leave on their fuck toy. As I downed my Vodka, A girl about the same age as me, and a bit taller with light brown hair all the way down her back approached. Her breasts were larger than mine, maybe a D cup. I was an A cup.See looked at me with her luscious light green eyes, ''Want a drink?''''Oh, sorry… was in a daydream.'' I said shaking my head. ''That's alright.'' She replied.We started talking, and we got on well. After a few more drinks, I glanced at the clock it was midnight. ''Look at the time. I best go....''. Tab maine socha ki isse acha mauka mujhe aur nahi mil sakta main pura din sochta raha ki main kaise apni bhean ko chodu shaam ko mere dimag me ek idea aaya maine photoshop me editing kar kar apni bhean ki ek nude photo banayi jo dikhne me bilkul orignal lag rahi thi. Phir maine use apni email id per send kiya aur saat me maine kisi ladke ki taraf se apni bhean ke baare me ulta sidha likha aur raat ko jab meri choti bhean so chuki thi aur harpreet ghar ka kaam khatam kar kar mere room me aai aur. After I teased Mistress to her orgasm, I handed her both brush handles and asked for the obvious with them. After that Mistress took me into the shower and asked me, politely, to wash her fabulous body.As I lay in bed that night, I thought about what had happened to Mistress, and about what she had done. She’d put herself through significant humiliation, just so that she could ask me if I was willing to help her escape her life, and escape from what was likely to happen to her if her enemies.