He had already gone through that in the morning but paper is something that can be picked up again. Anytime. He was already pissed at the turn of even...ts and the hard to get attitude of Rupa. A scowl crossed his face. The way she had snubbed him was still fresh in his mind.A few seconds later Rupa padded into the kitchen. Arun looked at her longingly. He had always liked her. Why was providence playing such games with him? She was so bright, pretty, energetic and arrogant too. She often reminded. .takeit allll."The feel of his hard cock spraying hot cum deep in my no longer virgin ass and over my extra sensitive prostate caused my own cock to shoot the largest load of it life. To my utter shame and embarrassment my cock shot its load without even being touched."Man Dave!" exclaimed Ron, "You have fucked the cum out of this bitch. What a fucking whore! He loves being fucked."Although I kept begging them not to fuck me, I knew Ron was sort of right. In some warped perverted way I was. And the only way it’s going to stop is for you to start talking. NOW."At that Chang picked up what looked like a hellish wire rug beater. It was made of a flexible but stiff metal braid and had three sharp, threatening flails. He soon went to work slapping the horrible instrument against Nadia’s bare chest, shoulders, and upper arms, inflicting frightful wounds on her delicate body with each wiry lash. Chang really enjoyed using the wire whip, one of his own creations intended to inflict. Pru turned on him. "What is this, Terry? Where did you get that information? And what did she mean by that business about wanting my body?"Terry raised his hands in mock surrender. "Easy! When you agreed to come for an interview, I did a routine query of our own data, using your name. I found that incident and one or two other minor and creditable things—just raw data, no interpretation. It's the kind of thing our people report all the time. Sometimes, it means something, mostly not. Analysis.