We kept talking the whole night and I developed a very strong feeling for her. Our talks were very innocent and we never talked about sex, until the d...y she told me that she was very upset. After my repeated request, she told me that her Mama(maternal uncle) forced himself on her and molested her. I was furious and asked her why she did not complained to her parents, she told that it happened after her father and mama had a drink together. After the act her mama regretted his act and blamed the. With her left arm she took his cock in her grip with renewed determination. From the tightness and from the way she had made herself comfortable in that position, Thakur knew she was stroking for the finish to make him cum. Yes, he needed to finish this. Soon someone would be coming in with the special herbal oil for his hair and he wanted to feel every throb and jerk of his orgasm. He did not want to hurry back into a position of modesty without feeling every surge, every drop and without. Not that I was surprised by that. I was 14. My recovery time was usually a matter of minutes. I pulled away reluctantly and looked back at her. She pouted at being denied and I chuckled. “Later,” I promised. “I don’t want to be late meeting your dad.”She grinned and we finished washing each other quickly, drying each other and hurrying back to my room to dress. I had her help me with my clothes for the day to make it go faster since I knew I was starting to fall behind schedule. When we were. I look up, a cascadeof auburn hair blurring my view."Hello, who's there?" I ask."Hello, Emma," says a woman's voice with a northern accent."My name's not Emma," I start but the temples of my forehead being topound. I brush my hair out of my face. I see tall girl, perhaps sixteenor seventeen years old. She has short-ish hair with red streaks in it andhigh cheek bones. I try to stand but find myself wobbling on my feet."Hey Chloe, can we speak to Emma please?" the strange woman.