Coming back to the story,After walking away from Pooja’s house, I was feeling weird to go back to her place.Two months later, I received a call from...her. She asked why wasn’t I going to visit them at her house, I did not know what to say as I did not know what was feeling towards me after the incident, I just answered that I was busy.She asked me to help her buy groceries home as her husband was busy. We went shopping and came back with groceries. Back home, Pooja asked if I could teach her how. ”“Well, I’ve been…” Lisa thought for a minute. “I don’t know. I’m remembering my life before – when Mom and I were sisters. We did stuff like this a lot. I remember that if one of us could move at all, that one would spend what little energy she had left shoving something sharp into the other one. It was sooo fucking wild! I don’t know how many times we fucking killed each other!”“Well!” Mac said, not wanting to know half of what she’d just said. “Okay, then. But I hope you’re not grooming me. Maria was so stunned she didn’t hear the mysterious door open again, or realize the room was slowly filling with more strange men. Quickly inserting another finger, Maria gasped as she felt herself being untied and groped by more hands. Someone rolled her over and she could see the outline of at least 6 men standing around her all naked and all with raging hard ons. Oh my god she thought to herself I’m going to be gang ****d. Her hands were now bound through the bed posts and a cock was shoved. Her face had been colored too, but her breasts and pussy had been left their natural color. When she was done, Eve found herself being led into the barn, and guided to a milking stand. Her head had been placed in a stockade, followed by her wrists and ankles, effectively trapping her there till someone released her. The barn staffer moved up the line, teasing each cow girl’s nipples, before picking up the milking machine cups, and placing them over the cow girl’s nipples. Then the worker.