He asked me to vacate my hostel and go to his home. Sanjana aunty was alone and might need some help during the lockdown. I agreed and packed my bags... I couldn’t go that day. So I started in the early morning the day after. I was a bit shy about going to their house. The last time I saw her was a long time back during their wedding. I finally reached their apartment and rang the doorbell. Sanjana aunty opened the door and greeted me. She asked me to come in and showed me my room. We talked. Well I dont think that will be necessary. Im guessing she has been through enough. Well thats good to hear, but there have been problems, and I want you to know that if there are problems, you simply have to make a phone call. I heard the shower running. What kind of problems? I was concerned. I didnt want to bring a serial killer into my home. Well she was in a real bad situation and it seems that didnt leave her when she got into foster care. What kinda problems? Lets just say there were. I put on my coat and went out into the night and walked. It was another two hours before I mustered courage to face them. By the time I got home, Frank had gone.“You did well," Ruth said, handing me a tumbler of vodka and ice."Oh, thanks," I said from the depths of my self-pity, taking the glass from her hand. “Don't be like that, Paul. You might like it better next time." There's never going to be a next time." "Really? That's a shame because Frank says he’ll bring Carol for you next time.". She almost gagged on it. She’s never had a cock that big. Not in her mouth. It stretched her lips wide, muting her passion as the leader of the pack pounded her pussy without mercy. “Dirty little cunt wants it.” Unable to speak, she merely nodded, wide eyed, sucking on his cock for all she was worth, feeling like a rag doll as the third man pawed at her tits, his nails leaving trails of searing pain through her flesh, twisting her nipples until she couldn’t stand it anymore… Her scream was.