I was in debt to her for the financial transfers with little chance of ever paying her back when she approached me to fill in for her at a babysitting...job just a few streets over with a new couple that had just joined our church.My first reaction was to say,"Fuck no, I am a boy and boys don't ever fucking do babysitting!"She told me she would wipe out my debt and let me keep the payment for the three hours' work and I could probably do my homework at the same time. It sounded like a win-win. Let’s go.”Following him, in I was shown the process of opening up the store.“You probably won’t ever need to do it. I want you to know how just in case.”I followed along through the whole process; it was fairly short and I vacated the office when Marty went to the safe to get out the cash drawer. There was then a short primer on using the register.“You won’t be using it during the tryout, and very rarely if you get the job. You’re basically going to be a pack mule, moving things, unloading. Finally they both after a lot of dirty talks came together.While relaxed they were looking at me. My face was all tear stainedand I was trying to untie the ropes. Finally she said –`let us teachher a lesson to keep her mouth shut’. She asked whether he had anycameras with him. The guy was laughing and seemed to be enjoying thetalks and where it was leading. I was desperate, looking at themtearfully with a fear creeping my heart. The guy said – `let us callRahul and ask him to come with his. He pulled her nipples and she was moaning. I sat watching in the rear view mirror. He was looking down groping her and she was looking at his hands on her breasts. She then reached forward and started undoing his pants. He sat up and undid them as my wife pushed her yoga pants and panties off. She was laying against the door her tank top up over her tits and fingering her pussy watching him fumble with his pants. What seemed like minutes when by when he finally got them off. He had around a 6.