I knew that didn’t matter. I would get anything pregnant.Nurse Anna came back and said, “Mrs. Brady is ready.” I got up and followed.I entered E...am Room 8 for the third time that day. I greeted her, “How are you today Mrs. Brady?” I shook her hand. Then I washed my hands. “Nurse will you help with Mrs. Brady.”Nurse Anna said, “Certainly.” She walked over and positioned Mrs. Brady on the table and got her legs in the stirrups. I turned after washing my hands and put on gloves. Then I reached for. Surprisingly there were only thirty-seven boys. I had thought that there were more boys but apparently Todd had kept track of them.Stacey and I had fun acting like prostitutes with our Johns. Todd even pretended to be our pimp. Little did we know that Todd was actually charging the boys to fuck us. For just twenty dollars each boy could fuck us as often as he could all weekend. It was a good thing that our brothers and their friends had broken us in so well because neither one of us had a sore. Rahul was a gentleman but was a man after all. Like every other man, he, too, had a weak heart.Whenever he looked at Gayatri, his eyes would settle on the small amount of visible cleavage. Gayatri didn’t wear a dupatta. Gayatri had nice big boobs. Rahul would unconsciously have his eyes transfixed on them for brief moments.She never seemed to notice his glances. But Rahul was a gentleman and stuck only to admiring the beautiful lady that sat beside him. He didn’t flirt, nor did he try to make. " Then it's just you and me," Don said.Spike scowled at me. "Right. We'll let Pussy Boy here take care ofmoving crap for the girls, while we take care of the 'heavy lifting'."If it had just been Spike and me, I might have hauled off and let himhave it. He had size on me, but I knew from football practice that I wasconsiderable faster than he was. I bet to myself that I could lay himout before he knew what hit him. But it wasn't just Spike and me. It wasthe three of us, and we were there to help.