I asked her to get some rest and I’ll come around 8. I reached the hotel with my bag full of stuff and went straight to her room. I knocked on the d...or and she opened the door. Finally there she was standing right in front of me wearing a black saree, sleeveless blouse and a black bindi on her forehead which added extra sexiness to her. Her saree was transparent and was revealing her juicy navel which is my weakness. We greeted each other and I entered the room.“What’s the bag for? I hope you. “Maybe you should get on your knees and beg for our cocks to convince us you really want them.”“I think you should all fuck me” I looked up at the four men in the room. Humiliated, defeated, I was hoping to find compassion, but they were all smiling enjoying the show. “I still don’t believe you.” Jim said. “If you don’t really want to get fucked, why don’t you just leave?” A reprieve!! I turned and headed for the stairs. “The front door is the other way bitch,” Jim said. “I’m going to get my. "I felt my face heat up and I knew I was blushing. I looked down at the floor and saw that my chest, what little I had, was turning red, too. I never knew you could blush all the way to your nipples. I blushed even more. And, I have to admit, I felt myself get wet. Cindy looked at me, and then at mom, "What? I don't get it, what's going on? Why are you blushing?"Mom stared at me, aghast. "She doesn't know?" Mom," I said desperately, "I was going to tell her, honest, I just couldn't think of. Let’s do dinner at my place instead.” That told me that things were worse than I thought and she was worried I’d come unglued in the middle of a restaurant.“That bad, huh?” I asked dryly.“Let’s just say that I want to talk in private. Pick up Chinese and meet me at the house. Marty’s gonna grab some, but his bowling league is tonight, so he’s gonna give us some privacy to talk.”Something in her tone told me that there was a real chance that I was gonna lose it when I heard the details. “What.