"No ... Nooooo..." Rodney grinned at me. "I'm not busy, baby." So how many girlfriends have you had before?" I asked him, thinking maybe the fourth da...e was a good time to get personal, but I was probably being rude."Girlfriends?" Rodney glanced at me. "A few, I dunno. I don't keep score." No notches on your belt?" I giggled."No, nothing like that. I went on a lot of dates in college." He shrugged. "Nothing was ever serious." Okay." I shrugged. "No kids?" What?" He laughed. "Damn, girl, you. At first i don’t have such intentions towards her. When she used to wash clothes i used to stare her cleavages.Many days passed like this and one day she noticed me and gave a naughty smile. From that day at night i started masturbating by thinking of her. Next day when everyone was going out of station for a week to attend a marriage, I and Gulnar were alone at home. Then my intention towards her changed. I always used to see her bathing and sometimes changing clothes. My mind started thinking. You have been bathed — heck, the girls even washed and dried your hair. Practically every time you moved, or your breathing momentarily changed, they called me or Jeff to look at you."Jeff assured us you would be fine. That cost him too, but he was adamant about it — and we believed him. My husband is an extremely intelligent man. I know you're a genius, a child prodigy..." Diana shushed Boswell when she started to object. Continuing, she said, "Never think that my husband is very far behind. The 3 men forced me onto my back. the one man holding my legs and like it was a twig folded my knee and the other wrapped the strap around each leg. after the 2 men holding my arms picked me up. kneeling before them one of them brutally ripped my shirt off. then they bound my arms crossed behind my back.kneeling there helpless still acting like i have never been this horny. the men stood around me.Open your mouth faggot.one of the men stood behind me and placed his hands on the back of my head.