Sweety bhabhi ne blue jeans or pink top pahan rakha tha wo bahuty achhi or sexy lag rahi thi or hum direct sanju ke bed room mein chale gaye waha bhi...koi nahi tha maine kaha bhabhi sanju kaha hai bhabhi boli unka koi urgent call aa gaya tha to wo keh ke gaye ki abhi aata hoo maine sanju ke mbl pe call lagaya to switched off aa raha thaBhabhi mere liye paani layi or mujhse thodi door jaake baith gayi mein unke bed pe he baith tha bhabhi boli aap to aate nahi kya koi mil gaya jo humko bhool gaye. But even then I have no illusions. They will use me and when I can't make them any more money they will feed me to their dogs.I'm a dead woman no matter what. I don't exist. There'll be no grave, no marker, no trace. I never was.Chapter EightThe door opened. Light! I was blinded but I saw blurry shadows of people.?Help!? Lots of female voices weakly cried out, but I didn't understand all their languages.The men put cloths over their faces and said something I didn't understand; I imagine they. I wondered if my mystery Daddy had any other pictures, thinking about what else he might know about what I like. Now here I was, trapped by him, and my own desires, into being the sissy fucktoy I'd only fantasized about being.. After what could have been an hour, I heard the clanging of the lock at the door, and I was horny again. I hoped that it wasn't someone else who worked here, I couldn't be caught like this. The door opened, and I heard, to my relief, the voice of my mystery Daddy. "Good. He wasn't fast with a gun and wasn't a good shot even when he took his time. He liked to kill people with his hands. He was looking hungrily at Han. The images Ben saw in the man's aura that the man wanted to do with Han sickened him. Ben could see Han's aura from the corner of his eye and knew that he didn't need to worry about the surly man. Han would take care of him.The big man in the center with a grey beard spat a stream of tobacco juice before saying, "Weren't planning on us dying young.