Bob sat forward and his breath quickened.“That’s very nice, Sandy. I can see why Bob wants to share you. You are much too sexy to be the property ...f just one man.”Sandy looked me straight in the eye as she complied with my next instruction.“Now, Sandy, honey, I want you to remove your panties and hand them to me.”She lifted her butt and used both hands to slide her panties down and off. She dangled them on her finger before passing them to me, which let me know she was beginning to enjoy what. I have noticed then that it is pulsating. I came a bit closer and looked carefully. He was dreaming of someone or something that was erotic or sexual, somewhere in this direction. His penis was throbbing and in one quarter of a second, most of it was out of underwear. His penis was curved inward, cut, extremely stiff.He was dreaming and softly moaning. My mind was getting crazy-what if they are looking for me downstairs-what is he wakes up this moment this second-what if he starts to yell at me. It makes no difference that I had been forced to surrender myself to those men. I didn't struggle. I didn't fight them. But each and every time it occurred it was against my will. It was rape. I had no choice.Gary's description of the evening's events was interrupted frequently by crude comments from his four employees. Each of them was very upset that they had not been there to witness my shopping trip. It doesn't bother these men at all that I was being forced to submit to rape. That I was. Plus, she had to admit to herself that she was and had been in love with her nephew for many years; only she had been too embarrassed and "proper" to admit it. She had yearned to have an affair with him for at least five years. She would have jumped into his bed at any time, if he had asked. "Shit! What to do?"Out loud, after a short pause, she said, "Sharon, Jeff, Julie, Tammy, what I have to say is embarrassing and very private. For reasons of honesty and trust however, there are things about.