"Lisa do youhave any idea what Craig is talking about."Lisa just shook her head no keeping her eyes adverted."Lisa, Lisa knows what I am talking about...mom, but she won't tell you, Iasked her not to."Mom looked back at me I got up and she released her grip and let me go. Iwalked over to Lisa and looked at her, looking for some reassurance in herface that everything would be okay, that it was alright. She looked up atme smiled, took my hand and nodded.I took a deep breath. Everything, my whole. So that day I came back home after waving goodbye to mom from airport. When I reached home Pratima was waiting for me.I asked her what happened? She said that she was scared being all alone and was anxiously waiting when I would come. Since those were the summer days, it was quite hot. So she was just wearing a saree without any bra or blouse. Let me tell you that her figure is 34-28-30. You can say that she was just covering herself with a saree and nothing else. When she was talking with me. ...i....i stay like this?''''yes why you dont feel good?''''im a bit cold can i put my tshirt''''oh im so sorry ok wait , here this camisole is cute , lift your arm''i was dress like a girl , I let him feeling under his control so muchdress cute and smooth watching him make us breakfast i felt like a doll , a little fuck doll for this man and i liked all of it we ate talking of what we could do today i was under his power , in lingerie eating , i listen to daddy like a girl , his voice so deep. Isi closed her eyes trying to think of nicer things in life but this was just too much, being taken and used by these two men, men who had even paid her captors for the privilege of using her.Isi felt her head being lifted by her hair, just a bit more pain to endure, she opened her eyes and saw John’s cock just inches from her mouth, “just suck it you fucking cum slut,” he ordered her, “and you better make it a fucking good one.” With that he pushed his purple swollen knob to her lips, she knew.