Beauty is an unsightly word to describe her. To make a long story short, this incident occurred on the day our college went for a picnic to suraj kund...in the heart of haryana. It was mid December and the ambiance was rather pleasant for a humid city like Delhi. The morning air had a spray of mist, which added to the charm and thrill of the picnic goers. We reached the park and did the usual stuff all college picnickers do. Played games had snacks etc. Later our group was taking a walk through. Suddenly a message appeared on the screen. "Unbutton your top three buttons."Not showing any emotions, Nicole slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her ample cleavage to everyone in the room. The professor, a fat guy in his 50s, stared right at her breasts for a moment, then smiled. He obviously thought she was a slut. She felt angry and ashamed.Ten minutes passed. Then another ten. A young guy with big glasses who sat a couple of seats to her right raised his phone in her direction. He was. I know that sounds bad but Andrea has always been submissive and when it came to sex she did what ever I wanted. It started out with me having her dress to impress. At five foot three and one hundred pounds even she had the body to show off. Short dresses and tight shorts were all she wore in the warm months and always without panties. On several occasions my friends would catch a glimpse of her smoothly shaven pussy when they thought I was paying attention. I told her how I was constantly. What are you two doing? Do you get off on ... on that?”I realized there were one or two voices still in the air. They weren’t screams of pain any more, but the cries of people who has given up, men begging for mercy, crying out for mothers long dead.She continued. “What did you do to them?”Cathy and I had been talking in low voices; Hanna hadn’t heard most of our words. Even if she had, I doubted she’d understand any of it. Therefore, her question was a valid one. I personally wouldn’t want to.