Loudly he said, “Number eleven on the left. You’ve got twenty minutes sister. Do you understand?” She looked down the corridor again and nodded ...lowly. Her command of English was good but she could not bring herself to speak to these men, these G.I.’s or whatever these Americans called themselves. “I will come for you in twenty minutes – Ok.” She nodded again and he turned and left. Alone she walked forward timidly, her slippers making no sound as she advanced. On either side of her stood rows. After another few minutes I had mytoys in place and my charge was neatly restrained andsecured to the bed. Then I covered her up and left tosleep on the couch.I intended to savor the coming events like a fine wine.The first scream came out of my room around seven thenext morning. I casually walked to the door and opened itto find an enraged little redhead waiting for me.“Let me go, you fucking BASTARD! Who do you think you areto tie me up like this? My father will fucking KILL YOUwhen he. Then Farhan adjusted himself on the seat and Shreya came on top of him and slowly tried to take his monstrous dick in her pussy. She slowly sat on his dick and the tip went in.“Aaaahhhhhh fuuucckkk”, Shreya moaned.Farhan caught hold of her waist and pushed his hips a bit upwards. Half of his dick went in.“Aaaahhhhh siirrr, itt’sss sssoooo biiigggg.. aaaahhhhhaaahh fuckkk”, Shreya shouted. But Farhan wasn’t showing any mercy and started banging Shreya’s pussy. Shreya felt her pussy tearing. But then she remembered her last vacation. LA, almost six months ago now. Jenna, one of her old school friends and her had flown out and spent two full weeks soaking up the sun and chilled-out vibes out on the west coast. And there was Lane.She glanced quickly at the stack of canvases on the top of the bookcase as if afraid they might have disappeared. He was goddamn obsessed with the paintings. Maybe she should have been flattered. After all, he owned an art gallery somewhere near Hollywood..