Tears fell down my face as he continued to force his finger in, until he reached my hymen and could not go any further. He pulled his finger out slowl... and my muscles relaxed. He started playing with my clit again. “Did you like that baby? Did you like my finger inside your tight, wet cunt?” he growled into my ear. “It hurt Sir,” I groaned, “But I loved your finger inside me, I loved it!" “I can make it not hurt the next time, baby, I can take all the pain away. But first, you need to put up. .." She looked around, as she pondered mentioning Susan, Suzanne, and Katherine. Even though they were walking side by side down a deserted suburban street, she still felt the need to be vague. "You know, like certain people, who I don't think I even need to name."He was relieved, but reinforced the need for discretion. "You don't. You definitely don't."She continued, "If I were a dude, I'd wanna do her! What's her name?" Mindy. She's a friend of Heather's, I guess. And by the way, she's not. " You know I've lived with a lot of different families?" she asked. I nodded, and she said, "The one before the Prentices, they had a lot of kids. The two older girls and me played around, touching and kissing." Then what?" I asked. I knew that wasn't the whole story.She hung her head and said, "The oldest one, Marcia, she..."I patted her knee and said, "I understand. You don't need to say any more."She nodded, then started crying quietly.A wave of relief swept over me and I said, "It's okay. I. My friend Ammu was there in a black transparent saree and under the lights her dusky body was intoxicating. I was checking her out and looking at her exposed hips and I had an instant erection!I was waiting for a chance to taste her, and to my luck, she complained that she was feeling a bit sick and had to go to the department to have a rest. It was around 12 in the afternoon when we started walking. She was looking like a model walking under the bright sun. I noticed all were checking her out.