I was trying so hard to not get upset and to just talk to her. Finally, I just walked in. I saw my mother on her sitting chair. I could see three ...ottles of wine that were empty and a forth bottle almost gone. She was kind of laying down listening to Miles Davis. It was piece that I heard her play a lot in the past. Her eyes were at the point of just being open. Her room was dark. She only had a reading lamp on in the corner. I could tell that she was only wearing her night clothing. She. What I don't understand is self-pity." With that she stood up."I'm going to go check on Billy," she said. Then I was alone in the living room.What the fuck? I'd reached out to Tamara for support and sympathy and she'd all but slapped me in the face! Hey, I'd tried to talk to those women!Yeah, right. Hadn't I just admitted that I hadn't really tried?I ground my fingers into my thigh, and began balling my hands into fists and then noticing it and releasing them. I was still stewing when Billy ran. "Nathan quickly jumped up, grabbed her arms and dragged her from under Radna, "Come on, lets get on with it my cocks aching to get in to her mouth, hang on to her I'll get her clothes off." Radna didn't need telling twice; soon the young innocent girl sat naked on the arm of the sofa her wrists fastened the same as her mothers, tightly behind her and locked in to the small of her back, her beautiful young body open to her abusers.Radna threw a cushion on the floor before Nathan forced Rebecca. I won't go into their names in detail here. The party started with enthusiasm and everybody seemed to be cheerful with the presence of Pooja there. Everybody would talk to her and tried to attract her attention. I was observing this all from a couch sipping my third peg of whiskey. I saw Pooja looking at each crotch to judge the size of the cock inside. Everybody was drinking and getting boozed up. Pooja was on her second peg of Gin and was freer than before. The Indian party had begun taking.