The tattoo gun still laid out on the table next to me. I couldn't let them brand me as a gang whore, and they made me say it loudly, “I want to fuck...a pit!” They then gave me the choice to be tied or not, I said I would just do it (and I did), but one kept a gun out told me it was for if I tried to run. There in front of everyone, I was fucked by the dog and took its knot, stuck in my pussy for like half an hour. After I was told that they had been selling me to guys... (predictable I. She moved over to the refrigerated area to grab a bottle of water when she heard the bell above the door ring. She saw a large man walk into the store and head towards the section she was in, also there to grab a bottle of water."Excuse me miss." He politely said before reaching for the water. She moved out of his way and he thanked her.She took her water and followed the man to the counter. The magazine stand next to her caught her attention and she scanned over the covers, waiting for the man. It was a unique ring, from a set of three rings. They had all been prepared together. Once Mrs. Donaghue understood that we were there to take the ring from her, she started yelling and cursing. The fact that the officer informed her that the ring would be returned to her if my claim turned out to be unjustified, made no difference. In the end, there were several members of the Donaghue clan watching us, but no one intervened or protested. To me, that could only mean that they knew. The. As usually happens in India, my parents’ marriage was an arranged one. There was little love between them, and soon after I was born, my father had left my mother and me for another woman. As a result, I have no memory of my father whatsoever. Because my mother was very young when she married, ( seventeen ) and I was born only a yearafter, we had very little prospects for a good life in India. We were quite lucky in the fact that my Mamu Yusuf, had already migrated to Australia some years.