So I went near them.The gang consisted of Ashqar – a Muslim guy, average looking, son of a wealthy businessman and from Indore. Rakesh – from Delh..., really slim, average looks. Mohit – the gym freak of the group, also From Delhi, with a beard. Sreekanth – the fair, cute smile guy, really nice to everyone kind of guy, from Kerala and Sameer – the bad words guy (acid), not that good looking, from UP.Ashqar was kind of the head of the gang, like the alpha male.They looked at me, head to toe for. This story is all about how I fucked my neighbouring aunt. Sorry for all the grammatical errors below. I am 19 years old and this happened a few days back, my neighbouring aunt’s name is Sara , she is 38 years old and have a fair structure, her boobs are small around ’32’ but her butts are very big almost around ’40’ she was 5’5 in height and her husband is quite wealthy and works for a national company so most of the time he is out of Mumbai. So coming to the story, I liked my aunt very much. Our movement was in the general direction of Macon. It was a city that I was familiar with in present day and found it to be slow moving and filled with large numbers of dislocated slaves waiting for some resolution to the uncertainty of their status. They were constantly berated about their “Emancipation” granted by President Lincoln and the Republican political machine much to the disgust of the landowners and the “old time” families that considered Georgia their birthright property.. He was old and his eyes were cold as ice. You should lie down babe, were not finished with you yet&hellip, He said and took one of my hands and tied a knot around the wrist and fixed it to the table. Then he did the same with the other hand so both my hands were tied out to the side. From above I probably looked a bit like I was on a cross or something. I wanted to ask him where I was and who he was. Actually I had a lot of questions, but as he started tying knots around my ankles and spreading.