One of the credit card companies had found me; I put them off, but when the third call came for me, my parents suggested that I move to the basement.E...entually they found out who was calling. "How bad is it, Cliff?" they wanted to know."In numbers, or the toll it's taking on my stomach? Are you asking how much I'm in debt, or how near I am to taking my own life?"Dad and Mom handled this the same way they handled any family crisis. Downstairs bath clogged; call Dave. Car won't start; call Dave.. But when I placed it back I swore I saw movement in the stall but starting longer I saw nothing more. I brushed the thought away and went back to wiping the mud off my face. I was now to the point of scrubbing the mud off my shirt when I hear a sound from that same stall. Like someone breathing, gasping almost. Trying to ignore it I kept scrubbing, but the thought of someone watching me was almost enough to get me horny. blood was racing to my tits as I continued to wash. I paid to much. Ye sun ko us me mere dono haat ko hataya aur dekhne lagi . us ko mera ½ lund dikh rha tha wo apne ghutne k bal beth gait un chain khone ki kosis karne lagi aur muz ko daat bhi rhi thi tum ko hoshNhi rahta kya ye kyat um ne underwear q nhi pehna hai tum ne is liye ye sab hota hai bolte bolte asha ne jor se chain ko khich di . mene jor se chilaya ab mera pura land bahaar aa chukka tha us me mere jeans ko gunte tak niche kar di aur mere land ko dekhe lagi us samay mere land semi erect tha karib. Despite her protests I wrapped it around her neck and started to pull it tight. Her eyes bulged and she yelled at me to stop. She said she loved me and I would regret this. She was so scared and this turned me on so much I moved her back so one of the men could fuck me from behind. As he pounded me I pulled tighter – my orgasm was building as I watched her eyes bulge and the blood vessels burst. The fear was amazing – I fucked harder – pulled harder – fuck – pull – the light was dulling –.