“Nope,” I replied, “I’m just passing through.”Rita smiled.“You should stick around,” she said. “You’re cute.”I wasn’t use to a s...ranger complementing me.“Turn at the next dirt road,” Rita instructed. We bounced down the pot-holed road towards a farm house. I pull into the dirt drive and before I could even come to a stop, I knew the drop off was not going to happen. I watched as Rita stepped on to the porch and banged on the front door. I saw her peeking into the front window. She continued to. So I was helping my father in his business, I would do small job with him, as per necessity I would help him in banking also. Everyday my job was to collect all the cheques that our customer gave and deposit them in my father’s account in a nationalized bank. Every day I went to the bank and met with a woman of near about 30 she was an officer there. Soon after going daily, she became friendly with me. She was a very attractive woman. She would wear saari in which she looked very sexy. She had. Next to me lay Susan, a 38 year old ebony beauty, mother to Lisa, a 17 year old equally stunningteen, who lay on the other side of me, both clinging lovingly to me.The weekend had been the highlight in my "sex career", to which I could thank my two vixens in bed,but also my daughter, Mary T, and my best friend, Alan, who were sleeping together in her bedroom.The idea of them as a couple was a bit odd, him being more than twice her age, but still I wascertain that this would be the case. Two. We don't want the neighbors wondering who we're torturing in here."For some reason I had expected Ingrid to tell Andre to leave me alone but instead she condoned his assault on me. I slumped in misery at Ingrid's abandonment. This felt worse than when I was crawling around on my knees trying to give Andre head. Once I got past the emotional impact of her words, I was chilled by what they implied. Ingrid had suggested gagging me and used the word torture like it was something she intended to do.