I said no, clearly stating that I didn't want to strip in front of her father. She scowled and made a pouty face. "Come onn... It'll be fun!" She decl...red, flashing a bright smile at me. I scowled. "You know I wouldn't!" I protested. "Remember when we stripped each other in that 'party' we had downstairs with only me, you, Olivia and Cynthia? I didn't in front of them! Do you think I would in front of your Dad?!" I said, still scowling. Andrea smirked. "Yes." I sighed and shook my head.. “Making people happy?”He hung up. Simon trembled with fury but as soon as it flooded him, the anger receded and flowed away leaving a shaky sense of loss. What now? He staggered back to the cafe and dropped into the chair opposite India.Picking up his cup, he gulped tepid coffee. He'd never felt so desperate.“What do you want, India?”India finished her tea. She drew a circle in the sugar scattered on the table.“To stay?” Her eyes met his. “Fifty percent.”Simon blinked. He set his cup down. She found herself once again gasping. “Holy shit, Stacy. Your boyfriend is getting fucked by that man.” “What!?” Stacy responded. She quickly ran over to the closet and looked through the window. She was shocked to see Benny bent over, taking it up the ass by Brock. “What the fuck! Benny!” Stacy banged on the door. “What the hell are you doing? This wasn’t part of the deal.”Benny exclaimed through grunts, “Don’t, ugh, look at me, mmph, Stacy! I am being… violated. You have to, oooh, help me!. I didn’t show it fully. I showed a part and blackmailed her saying I will show it her son. She dropped the utensils and looked at me with shock. She started crying. She begged me not to do it. I felt so horrible about myself but didn’t have a choice. I told her to fuck me once. She wiped her tears and said I’ll do it. I promised her it’ll be only once and I Hugged her. She didn’t wanna hug me back. She saw me with disgust.I told her to send Piyush to buy something for food so that he doesn’t.