I sat beside her. “You must think I am a slut” she said. “Why would I think that?” I said, not knowing what else to say. “I am so mixed up�... she said “so confused. I should be disgusted with myself because I let a dog have sex with me”. “Well you didn’t let him” I replied “he sort of raped you didn’t he”. I thought that would make her feel at least not responsible. “Can I tell you something?” she went on “I think I enjoyed it”. I didn’t think it was wise, at that moment, to tell her I knew she. I asked her ten thousand rupees,she said ok but she needs photos.She must have also seen movies like this. I said that no foul play or nor to inform anyone. If she does her photos will be published on net.I informed that I will collect cash at 11 pm.I came back to our apartment deepa aunty asked me to stay in my house that night. I asked reason she said her cousin coming to stay there for one day. Probably she doesn’t want me to see her talking to her blackmailer. Reshma aunty who was her. You hear rustling and a bit of noise, as though she were unwrapping something. “Come here…”You get up and walk toward the bathroom. The open closet holds your duffle bag, and the suit you wore to the meeting this morning. Your cock juts away from your body, leading you towards her.There are several cock shaped dildos arrayed on the counter, amidst a tangle of straps and a large bottle of lubricant. “I want to fuck your ass. Choose my cock.”A finger of fear runs down your spine. Her finger. In the Main House's basement, the rack that held the pool cues was moved to be beside the doorway, and the button built into the underside of one of the rack's brackets. It was at waist height, so easy to press but out of sight unless someone was crawling on the floor. Dad even put three fake buttons on the equivalent place on the other side of the bracket and on the top bracket. Pressing the button only produced a soft click as the lock was disengaged. The door itself didn't move until it was.