I followed them to the other side of town and when they got out they put on a stethoscope and a corny hat that said something but I couldn’t read it...They knocked and when the guy opened the door they posed and said something and he invited them in. Went around the house looking in quietly and when I found the window that had the party in it I watched outside and there is when I saw mom and the other woman stripping for the guys and letting them touch her and fuck her after a bit.She must have. Line them all up, I'm ready for them! Unarmed usually meant civilians in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe they were just as evil and nasty pieces of shit as their crime organization associates, but perhaps not. Better to disable them rather than kill them, unless they gave me trouble. Besides, I wasn't always real good at always telling the good guys from the bad ones without a scorecard.At this point in my moral recovery I decided that I'd rather let one or two assholes live, rather. Rahul: Haha you do have a mind but you are using it at wrong places ( saying this he inserted another two pencil in my ass and this made me a bit uncomfortable). What do you think your punishments are decided on ur moans bitch?Monika: No sir. (feeling a bit uncomfortable trying to twist and spread my legs a bit but was not allowed to)This session went on for quite some time in which he continuously demanded to remember it. I had got at least 4-5 more spanks and the usual spreading of the pencil. He had black, patent leather shoes and a big gold watch. His hair was cut short and just had that foreign look about him."You ore vedy priddy," he said with a thick accent. I figured as much. I was standing there naked in front of him after a very busy morning and he still thought I was pretty. That was sweet. I went to him and put my hand on his chest, smiling.He looked down at mine and brought his very black hand out to touch them. My free hand went to his and squeezed them letting him know.