We never thought to ask why. So we pulled a home invasion, intent on robbing and probably killing her, but she turned the tables on us so easily. We w...ere pathetic. One bottle of drugged wine and we woke up in the cages. She abused us... call it what it was, she tortured us. But we were going to take everything from her, hurt her, rape her, probably kill her.Who could blame her? But at least we always ate well. She was never cruel in that regard.She forces my face into her cunt and the scent, so. I could have just ported you to my house, but I think you’ll agree this is better.” He laughed.“Well, why are you here?” I finally asked.“I need to tell you my story and then we ... Yes, kid ... WE decide where it goes from here.” He said seriously, and so began my father’s story.“I don’t remember being born, or growing up, or having a mother, or a father for that matter. One day I was just there. Much like you see me right now. I’ve never been young, but with a little work, I can appear to be. I got all cleaned up and dressed. I wore my black stocking red mini skirt 4" black fuck me heels 38c red bra with matching thong panties and tight white blouse and shoulder length blond wig. wll they called and said they were there and to come on out so I climbed out my truck and im sure I showed my ass cheeks to the driver parked next to me because he honked his air horn. I walked up to the car where there was a young black man in the front and one in the back seat. The driver said get in back. I thought this was a good opportunity, He said that he was staying in parkyroyal hotel in room no.407 and he will wait for me at 8p.m. I told him that I have to convince my wife Rittu to bring her to the hotel. Anyway I reached home and told my wife that a friend of mine had come from Bombay and he has invited us for dinner.I told her he was my school friend she said she didn’t want to go but when I persisted she agreed. We reached park royal hotel at 8.30.Rittu was wearing a black sarre and.