I calmly watched him go. I was sure; my son had got a good view of my plump thighs and hairy pussy.I came out of the room. Rahul’s room appeared loc...ed from inside. I could easily guess what he was doing inside. I didn’t disturb him. I went back to the living room and watched TV. After fifteen minutes he entered in the room. Our eyes met, he immediately turned his gaze. His face looked flushed. We sat silently watching the TV, till I decided to retire to my room.I didn’t have to wait long to. More importantly, Suzanne, off-the-record, explained that Wendy had not recovered from her addiction. There was a huge risk in pushing her too hard and the potential for bad publicity if anything happened to her. Since Suzanne made herself available to the press and gave thoughtful, honest answers, reporters interested in Suzanne’s work respected her desire to leave her model alone. Suzanne was learning how to deal with the press, which made her an important asset for her publisher. Suzanne. He whispered in my ear:“Nice to see you again, bitch… I enjoyed your tight ass so much…”Before I could answer or spit on his stupid smiling face, another handsome blond and huge guy approached us and hissed quietly:“Oh, great!... you found the bitch for me…”My first attacker let go his grip from my arm and the second man then grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from the main room.I tried to protest, but he just told me to stay quiet or the whole situation would turn even worse.He dragged me. I never spoke or approached, never allowed more than a moment's eye contact. I never would've acted on such a fantasy. It was all just to endure.At one such event towards the end of spring semester a couple of years ago, my private little game got me into what ended up being a whole lot of trouble. The handshakes and small talk part of the evening was over – or at least at an intermission – and I was wandering the gallery with my third cup of warm champagne, eyeing student art and, well,.