And in the evening my dad went back to village as it was the end of the season. Now my mom and I were left. The next day when I woke up I stood stand ...still. I was reading paper in the sitting room when my mom came with a cup bed coffee. It took less than one second for my dick to stand up and throb. I struggled hard to hide it. I sat there till my mom left the room. And then in one big leap reached the bathroom and pumped off thinking of her meron colored nylon sari which explained her body. Tammy screamed in pain and shock. “Not again,” her mind cried, but her body just gave a whimper. When the cock pulled out there was blood on it. The dog had broken her in the shower, but she had not stopped bleeding. “You were a virgin?” her boyfriend asked shocked. “Ngh!” she gasped as he shoved his cock back in. Her mind was thinking rapidly. That was her boyfriend's voice. Mister Soccer the gentleman was raping her. Or was he? It wasn't rape if she didn't report it. She didn't have to. His. Nervously I knocked, hoping my appearance would be pleasing for daddy, and heard the words which made my heart skip a beat ‘come in’ Once inside I was ordered to kneel and thank him for the honor he had bestowed upon me by starting at his feet and kissing my way up to his rock hard cock, (which filled me with joy knowing that using me turned him on so much) which I greedily slurped on while gazing up at him like a good slut should. It was as I was licking his balls that he clipped the leash. She has the right amount of fat on her body. She likes me a lot and always holds my hand or puts her arm around me whenever we meet. She has the habit of hugging me tight when we meet, this make her breasts crush against mine. I always felt uncomfortable but always thought she was doing it unknowingly. So when I went to sleep that night, and I always sleep on my stomach, I was waken up in the middle of the night with a sound of someone weeping. I got scared and did not have the courage to turn.