"Three. I let three guys fuck my slutty cunt." It came out muffled. I sawher shoulders jerk as she answered."How many times, Amy? How many times y...u let them fuck you?"There was a pause, and I heard a sob. "T...ten. Twelve. I don't know." A slut like you, only fucked ten, twelve times?" I whistled softly. "I'dfigure you'd be hopping on cock like a kangaroo, you little whore." Ipaused, gazing down at her, keeping my cock hard with my hand, feeling itgrow a bit numb even as I thought. At the check-out an assistant of a similar age to us served us. She smiled as she carefully folded each garment and placed them into a bag. “You’re from England then are you?”Sue nodded. “You sound British yourself,” she said.The woman then went on to explain that she had married a Portuguese man and moved here. “It was a holiday romance and the marriage didn’t last long but I stayed,” she told us. “I like it here. I have a partner and a son.”“We’re on holiday here too. Trying to see much of. I also wanted it. Dad had to leave in two weeks. Since my mom had to relocate to Delhi, she had to pack everything. They did their packing in a week and came to Delhi immediately. Mom had extra luggage so she decided to send it by ‘Safexpress’.Let me describe my mom. She is a perfect woman. A little curvy, milky white, curly hairs, juicy lips, big ass, and jumbo melons. She always wears a saree, matched with bangles, jewelry, and high heels.My dad is also a very charming person. They were a. Or should I say ‘ma’am’?”“Don’t you dare! I’m a graduate of this place, not a trainer. But I want to ask you if you’re interested in volunteering for some cleaning on Saturday. We’re getting a new member of staff, and the quarters she’s getting need cleaning.”“Make a change. Yeah, count me in.”“Good! Heidi will help, but I’m ordered to supervise.”“Of course. How much longer is it?”“Couple of months. But I’m fine, really. Doctor says I’m built for childbearing...”“Don’t say it, Imogen!” Linda.