After waiting for 5-10 minutes, a young boy maybe in his early 20s who seemed to be the doctor’s assistant called us in.We went inside and sat in fr...nt of the doctor’s table. The doctor’s name was Dr. Sharma. Dr. Sharma was in his mid-40s, well-built with a mustache.When my mom explained the problem to the doctor, he asked a few basic questions about her health, and next, he asked her to sit on the examination table so that he can run some tests.My mom was looking very sexy. She was wearing. I was fit. I had to be. I played football in the Silverbridge Ladies’ team, ‘The Silver Vixens’, so I kept in training. I also ignored the fading bruises on my legs. They were a normal hazard of being a hard-working defender. I was slim, rather too slim, almost thin and bony. My skin, particularly on my face, looked dull and blotchy. My hair was a mess. I didn’t spend enough effort repairing the damage it suffered stuffed into protective headwear in the operating theatre. I wore glasses. I. And locked me in the room. After ½ hour he came to my room full drunk and nude. I got afraid. I said “it’s not my wish please leave me I love you we will meet every Sunday please” but he said that now he owns me forever. We are husband wife foreverI try to fight and escape but I can’t he he too stronger than me and he twisted my hand with force , punch on my back and slapped me and started crying in pain. But he was not in mood to listen me any moreHe said “if we give more freedom to wife then. ” Felix said. “Looks like I told you, babe.”I stopped before I turned the knob. I took a deep breath and turned around.“Did you?” Raylea asked.“Um, Ray?”“Yes, Will?” She crossed her hands on her knees and fluttered her eyelashes at me.“Tell me about Celeste,” I said. Her face dropped and her lips frowned.“Seriously? Motherfucker...” Raylea said. “Seven bitches aren’t enough for you?”“Seven?” Felix gave me an accusing look. He then turned to Ray. “What the fuck? Seven?”“What? He’s also banging.