Evelyn was unsure what to say. This was the woman who had watched as she was raped by her husband and yet had nursed her in hospital and was probably ...esponsible for saving her life. Evelyn grimaced, in some ways they had saved each other. Evelyn felt some words were in order:"What will you do now Charity?", she asked."I do not know mistress, if I stay I think I will be killed."Evelyn felt the burden of responsibility falling on her shoulders again."I can't take you with me Charity...", she. My heartbeat was increasing as the day progressed. I freshened up and went out to her place. I did not know where she lived. She used to stay in Indira Nagar in Bangalore. I called her for directions. She guided me to her house. I reached and parked the bike outside her house. I went and rang the bell. The door flung open and there she was in a white v neck tee giving away very little visibility to her cleavage. I greeted her with flowers i had bought and went inside. She closed the door behind. He is alone, and he hates it. Pushing up from the wet grass, he climbs to his feet, glancing at the body of the woman he was with last night. He doesn’t give her much thought as he trudges back toward his car. The lights are off, most likely the cause of a dead battery. But he’s not going anywhere. He is where he belongs.The door is already open. He never closed it last night. Sitting down in the seat, he looks into the rearview to see her face through the back windshield. With a frown he says,. " Mom stated. "Well, all of us guys can make her air-tight by filling all of her holes with cock." Dad replied. "Or we can let Max have a go at her. He'll make her feel real good." Mike chirped in. "Hey, don't I get a choice in all of this or am I just going to be holes to fuck." I laughed. "Ok, sweetheart, you make your own choice." Mom chuckled. "I want to have all the cocks filling me up while I watch you or Grandma take on Max." I replied. "Sounds good to me!".