Upon returning to the kitchen, Samantha told me that Rachel had left. She had invited us to a baseball game the following week. Knowing that we were f...om the UK, she was a bit hesitant to invite us, but was surprised by Samantha’s knowledge of the game. While in England, we were both huge cricket fans, so one would understand the cultural change upon migrating to the United States , where cricket is not even a thought. We were both in search of a bat and ball game, and baseball quickly became. “oh yes definitely” he replied.The man picked me up by the arms and kind of dragged and carried me, it was a good job the man was holding me up I was too weak to walk myself. While we were going to the main stage where the woman in red was sitting and watching everything I glanced around at the other women who where all tied up in this place with me. Many of which were being used by the many people looking to make a purchase. A woman was being pleasured by a group of men one man was laying on. Please, Master." Master?" Yes, love, if you are going to dominate me tonight, that makes you my master, and I will address you with the proper respect. So, Master, can your little foreign slut suck you off and drink your semen?" Yes, Susie, you're making me very hard and stiff all of the sudden, with all of this fellatio talk, so you definitely should take care of the problem that you caused." Thank you, Master, but could you call me 'slave' for the rest of the night, please? I want to be your. ” she broke down and began to sob uncontrollably, burying her face in her hands. Not able to hold myself back any longer, I jumped up from my seat and went to her.Sitting down next to her, I gently placed my arms around her back, and caressed her shoulder. “Bhabhi ... don’t cry, please ... please bhabhi ... don’t cry.” I said softly, guilt and empathy engulfing me at the same time. Lifting her teary flushed face from her hands, she looked at me, not able to control the sobs that racked her.