I woke up and passing by her room, my maasi had come to talk to her. My mom told her that she had a sexual encounter with the man yesterday. My maasi ...nd I both were surprised to her that. My aunt asked how, when and you didn’t stop him. To which she said our phone was not working from last 3-4 days, I was doing my regular work and around 11 a.m. he called me and told that you have called up. I went downstairs to listen to your phone. In hurry I forgot to grab the dupatta and went downstairs in. I could feel dampness. I immediately tore of her skirt. She twisted a bit as if she wanted to escape. Once again, I let my hands do the walking over her body, slowly tracing her outlines. I took my hunting knife and slid it between the valley of her breasts, grabbing the fabric strip between the cups. The coldness of the steel blade made her quiver. With a single pull I cut through the bra strap, making each cup fall sideways. Before she had time to recover, I did the same on the side of her. "Good" he added and taking me by my arm, pulled me up and pushed me over next to mom. "Kiss the whore" he said and I looking back at him for a moment, then I turned and leaned over to mom and started kissing her. We kissed just as passionately as we had done before till dad said, "Suck her tits" and I just moved myself down mom`s side until reached her tits, took hold of one and started sucking on it. I squeezed it and played with her nipples, bit them as she had done to me and licked her tits. “Look, Matt, you cannot act on this! If you act on Grant and Justine’s request, you jeopardize their friendship and their marriage. It puts you at severe emotional risk as well.” I opened my mouth to say something and she stopped me. “Here is the on-call number.” She was saying quickly as she pulled a card from her baggy pantsuit pocket handing it to me. “I want you to call me if anything further develops. This isn’t something to navigate on your own. You have been more honest today than.