My future in the practice was still uncertain. I would have liked to have bought it but I didn't have the money and I was afraid Mrs. Sanderson would ...ell it to someone else and I would be out of a job.One day Phil came to me with a proposition"If you stay here and work with us, I'll put up the money for you to buy the practice from old Sanderson's widow. Joe was never much of a dairy vet really, but you've done a good job with our cows. We'd like you to stay here in the valley and do our. I watched as he and Mr. Taylor moved to the sides of the table, I felt the handcuffs open and I thought I was saved instead they rolled me over. I craned to see as Mr. Russell moved behind me. I felt the cream hit the cheeks of my bottom, his hands spreading my cheeks, a finger slipping into my virgin anus. I felt the press of his cock against it before he entered with a violent thrust I cried out from the pain, closing my eyes as he slammed into me, slapping my ass as he did, I don’t know how. He switched on each light while we made our way in, making me feel exposed and naked beneath the harsh bulbs.I sat on his sofa, listening to him shuffle around the kitchen. He appeared with a glass of wine for the both of us, though we hardly needed it. Still I sipped it, hoping it would get the last few jitters out of my system. I accepted and knew this would happen, but the nerves refused to go away completely.He was so confident, but this was so messed up and so out of character for me.. Harshit uncle was the one who gave me a room to live. He was my friend’s uncle. On 16th May, I reached their home in the morning at around 6:30 pm. Nisha aunty opened the door. The moment I saw her, I just fell in love. She was so sexy in that tight t-shirt and shorts. Her nipples were visible. I kept on staring at her for a few seconds. Then I got in. She welcomed me with some orange juice. Their house was good – a 3BHK house with an open terrace.Around 9 pm, we had our dinner. I kept on.