Sie wurde nervös. Ihre Hände und Knie begannen leicht zu zittern. Erlauben Sie mal! Das ist eine Damentoilette sagte sie brüskiert. Ganz langsam ö...fnete sie die Verriegelung der Toilette und öffnete die Tür.Vor ihr stand eine Schwarzer Mann von schätzungsweise 40 Jahren. Er trug eine schwarze Lederjacke und Jeans und musterte sie von oben bis unten. Was wollen sie hier? Sehen sie nicht, dass das hier die Damentoilette ist? Doch, entschuldigen sie, aber ich habe sie beobachtet. Ich bin hier. This was the first time Nikhil was penetrating me so rough, regardless of the location, and he had never been so vigorous before. I just had to wonder if there was more to it than entering my backside.My ass-hole was being destroyed. I had tears rolling down my eyes, and I was actually crying.Nikhil looked possessed, like he was reclaiming something very precious, and he was scaring me.But equally perverted was my own state of mind, I had no idea what got into me. And, when my husband told me. "Yeah. Did you..." She swallowed. "Did you mean what you said before, that you might be able to forgive me?" I don't know... maybe..." I looked back up at her and she turned to put the plate she was holding in the dishwasher, then she looked at me again."Thank you, Max." She whispered, then she kissed me on the cheek. Her lips felt so soft, almost like two small rose petals. When she pulled back, she looked so sad and so beautiful, I almost kissed her right there, but before I could, Ashley. "He led her to the same room in which she had been gang raped. She tensed and John had felt it through her hand, "Don't worry, you are safe with me." He opened the door and they entered the room. She saw three women bent over a long bench and tied down. There were nine men in the room and John nodded at one of them who nodded back and turned to the three tied up women. Susan recognized them now - they were the same three who had chained her to the water pipe and set the gang rape going. The man.