“The bitch is pretty…” He hissed, addressing to someone else.I then heard another guy giving an amusing laugh."Get her in the car." Said the fir...t man, who was the leader.The second guy opened the back door and they pushed me into the back seat. He climbed in behind me and shut the door.This guy, called Carl, grabbed a fist full of my curly hair and yanked me back from the window, as I tried to look for some help."Oh no, bitch… nobody can help you…” he laughed.The leader, who later I knew was. ’ ‘Awwww Charles! You are such a special, sweet, kind man. I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have you, I never dreamed I could ever be this happy.’ With that proclamation she placed her hand on his face and gently kissed his cheek. Staring into his eyes for a moment, before patting his cheek she said, ‘Let’s go to our home, Charles.’ Pulling into the sweeping drive, a scant 15 minutes later, he parked the car before unbuckling himself from his seat. Hurrying around to her side he once. As she ran down, her breasts jiggled and straightaway caught Yogesh’s eye. Binita ran and grabbed hands full of gulal (color powder) and got ready to smear it on some others who too were playing in the yard. She got to one of the girls and they both hugged each other and smeared color on one another giggling at the fun of it all. Yogesh was waiting with the water pump (pichkari) to corner his target woman for the day, his bhabhi Binita. Yogesh was barely nineteen and had no experience of any. So, she picked up her room phone and made a booking for an hours’ time -the studio just being across the town square.When she arrived for her appointment she was met by the young Japanese receptionist who took her through the options they offered. Feeling that she deserved a treat she opted for their full package – expensive but she felt worth it.She was given a paper bra and panties and a scarlet kimono and shown to the changing cubicle to put the items on. It had been explained to her that.