This left me alone with Jane, free to let my hypnotic explorations run amok (insert maniacal laughter here). That first weekend, I completely forgot t... make her forget what we'd done. She remembered me tricking her into thinking she was at home alone in her own bathroom, getting ready for a shower. She remembered thinking she still had her clothes on. She remembered role-playing as a cat-girl in heat, a naughty nurse, a saucy French maid, and even a mindless sex robot. She remembered me. I had seated myself in the rear seat middle with ma and Masi on both of my sides and Balaram uncle in the front.It was a treat to see their breasts jump up and down and occasionally it touched my arms and I could feel the soft boobs of my mom and the tight boobs of my aunt. People in the village mostly used bicycles of their own and a few vans were plying to ferry passengers across. My mom thanked masi for waiting for us at the station else traveling in those vans with the village people would. The Cunt had finally left and the Pickup Truck Man sat alone in his Ford, bored, drinking bad coffee he’d picked up at a 24-hour gas station and getting ready to urinate into an empty plastic coke bottle rather than leave his rental to take a piss in the rain. This family had no idea that people like him existed or that they might be nearby and have an interest in their daughter. They were so damned clueless. Sometimes it seemed like he lived in two worlds. One was understood by the masses,. Knees on the floor, lashed down to the sides of the bench, spread wide, her gown pulled up above her bottom exposing all of her pleasures. Her skin glistened with sweat from the heat of the firelight and her own trembling. Her hair was bound up on her head, showing the graceful curves of her neck and shoulders. He had left her like this, after first forcing her to strip naked in front of him. He had put the collar and bracelets on her, his eyes holding her in a trance, attaching the chains of.