They collected her suitcase from the trunk and lead her into the house. It was two levels tall. The ground floor had the living room, kitchen, dining ...oom, and half bathroom. On the top floor, there was the master bedroom with an en suite bathroom, and down the hall was the bedroom the girls would share and across the hall from it was their bathroom.Kiyomi had only seen such a large house in American movie and tv shows. She marveled at the size and arrangement of the rooms, but was interrupted. Fuck it’s him! The cocks continue to pound. And cum and fuck over and over. She had no feelings in her asshole it was numb. She started thinking about what she wrote the mysterious man. She told him about the white van and a bunch of rooms to be fucked in that got worse every time. Shit I wrote my own story she thought, but who are all these men? When the fucking stopped she was dragged into a bathroom. They threw her in the shower. The water stung her gaped anus. Someone handed her a bar of. .!!! She returned back with same transparent dress only and said she don’t want to fuck her pussy, but to lick for over a day and for that she suppose to pay me of Rs.30,000/-I was very happy and I agreed. She will suck my dick but refuse to have liquid on her mouth. I said OKKKKKKAY . .Now she lay down and lifted her dress and asked me to lick her pussy deeply. She said she will moan loudly and that I want to make her happy. If she not moans means she is not happy with my work and I may not. And I wanted you to beg for each one.”“Please kick my balls, Mistress Layla,” I begged.“As you wish.”“One, thank you,” I gasped as she slammed her foot into my balls.“Please kick my balls again, Mistress Layla.”“Is that the best you can do?” demanded Layla. “Put a little feeling into your request.”“Please kick my balls harder, Mistress Layla.”“That’s better,” Layla said, and then she jammed her toes into my balls.“Two,” I grunted. “Please hurt me, Mistress Layla. Kick my balls as hard as you.