After fucking they left her in the room and went down. After few minutes Manju became conscious and found that she is naked and her dress is scattered...in the room. The whole body is sticky with the cum of those guys who fucked her like a whore.She went to washroom cleaned herself and wore the dress then she found that her top is torn. She covered her top with that torn dress (of course she is wearing a bra) and went to the owner.The owner arranged a cab to her to drop her at home as she was. She hardly looked at me when I sat down opposite her with my own cup of coffee.Smiling, I asked her if they had a good time on Wives night out…One minute later, Ana looked at my eyes and told me she had spent a wonderful great time in bed with me after she came home. But she was feeling bad about the evening with those three guys.Then Ana explained me that she had been fondled, probed, stroked, kissed, felt, licked... and she had felt the worst cock teaser.She had refused all the time to let. Considering all the gunfire, I didn't think we had enough time to deal with that."Did you come with the police?" Charlie asked as I stood up and started looking for something to cut the zip tie."No. The police would have taken at least 'till tomorrow to get to you, if then. I didn't want to leave you, and especially Sandy, in their hands that long."I found a small knife sitting off to the side on a table with a few other tools. There was a random assortment of things in the basement, including. The girls that mooned over the stud quarterback were usually cheerleaders (or wannabes) and almost always dumb as rocks. Yes, there were smart girls in school. And, yes, I might've even gotten a date with a couple of them. But-the ones I knew, anyhow-that's all I was gonna get off of 'em. And, like I said, a good rutting is still number one on the list of priorities.What I figured was I needed a new playing field.And that's when I thought about Stacy.No, I wasn't interested in Stacy, herself..