I guess that’s where it started. When I first started exploring what I then thought of as my ‘bad desires’ I thought it started the night I saw...my father’s cock. I realize now I started having these desires about a month earlier after the ‘incident’ at the party.It was a cold February weekend; I’d driven into the city to stay with some of my girlfriends from school for the weekend. There was a big frat party, which of course none of our parents knew anything about. I’d already been to a few. For the next couple of hours, I cycled my concubines through medical. I accompanied them to medical so they had support and so my paranoid mind would not worry about them. My paranoid mind was not helped at all when on the second trip we ran into a concubine sprawled in the middle of a passageway. She was severely beaten and obviously raped. We discovered that the ship AI was less than understanding because it, while observing the beating and rape, had not summoned help for the concubine as her. Then he also got inside and sat next to me and closed the door. The driver started and I was in the middle in between them. They started talking amongst themselves and I got to know they were telegu people from their language. I was covering my top with the light shwal all this while but once inside I removed it and kept it aside. My deep cleavage and protruding nipples were very much visible to them.I was looking for some action now and literally waiting for some signals from them..all of a. Then he could witness this for himself. After a few weeks, the plan took shape and I was mildly aroused at what the night held. Al left for work around ten on this hot summer night, as a full moon lit the night sky. It was dead quiet, only a few crickets chirped and an occasional car horn could be heard. At eleven thirty or so, Teresas company showed up. He was an average looking guy in his late thirties. He knocked once and she let him in very quickly. Ten minutes later, a cab left Al, at the.