The familiar sound of a camera as it took pictures. It was the one thing the rapist seemed to enjoy doing, taking pictures of her or her mother during...or after an attack. She had not mentioned that fact to anyone before, humiliated with the knowledge that a huge number of photos contained her raped and abused image. Her mother had never mentioned it before either, but Linda never knew why not. So, at least to Linda's knowledge, only the rapist and his two victims knew of the existence of. He gave me a smile and I looked away quickly and awkwardly making my embarrassment known.He was a good looking business type man in his late thirties. Well groomed and wore glasses. He had a thick, stocky, hairy body beneath his shirt. He was my height but easily over 200lbs while I was probably a small 145lbs at the time. I nervously started to undress myself, face red flushed and warm, looking the opposite direction of the good looking man afraid of making any sort of interaction. Once. Carrie whispered, "Now remember that you haveto sit down and make sure to wipe when you are done. After you are throughto go to the mirror, wash your hands and check your make-up." Ray squirmedout of his pantyhose, sat down and felt totally humiliated. As he sat therehe could hear the conversation of other women as they came in and out of therestroom.Ray exited the stall after smoothing out his skirt once again and, as hissister watched him, he washed his hands and checked his make-up in. Her pussy was leaking juices. Her boobs had become red by the hard pressing and biting I do on her boobs. We were lying on the bed when my sister and Aman entered the room. They asked to continue their relationship. To which I agreed but in my presence only.So he quickly undressed Anisha and I saw her long thick pubic hair. I also noticed that her size has surely increased from 30-26-31 to 34-28-35. Aman was surely working hard. He inserted his cock in my sister’s ass and started fucking her in.