Usne sadi bhi kafi niche bandhi hui thi. Wo jab chal rhi thi to uski chudiyaan khan- khan kar rhi thi or payal chan -chan kar rhi thi kafi hot mahool ...ho gya tha. Mene use apne pass bulaya or use apni godh me bitha kar kiss karne lag gya uska husband samne baith hua tha. Wo bolne lagi nhi yahan nhi. Chalo bedroom me chalte hai. Mene kha nhi me tumhe aaj tumhare husband ke samne hi chodunga.Or wapas lip lock smooch karne lag gye. Me apne hath uske body pe ghuma rha tha. Phir mene use sidha. I didn't mind her subterfuge because I was benefitting not only from her bestowing of favors when I needed them the most. In addition to that, she was the one who was bringing innocent little flowers into our circle for me to assist in opening the "bud" into full bloom and panting release. Actually, we worked more like a team than individuals and we each knew how to cultivate our targets into complete submission and in search of new and more degrading treatment.For some reason that I honestly. I sneak out into the hall tobe able to hear them better. They were talking about how much money thevideo of me being raped tonight would make them. I sneak down to thekitchen and grab some fruit from the counter. I make it back to my roomand eat the bananas and apples I got from the kitchen.I look over at the computer. I had not looked at it since I got here. Ithought about getting dressed in something right now and running awayand going to the police. The video of me being raped on the phone. "Pervert, aren't you?" God, yes, I'm a pervert, oh God fuck me fuck me fuck me," she moaned and screamed and groaned.John pulled out. "Roll over. Let me see your slutty face." She did, immediately spreading her legs for him."Please, John, fuck me more. Fuck me hard. Harder than ever. I'm such a whore. I deserve it!" First things first." John went to the chair beside the bed and picked up his camera. "We need to keep the proof of what a cumslut whore you are." He started taking pictures. Brenda.