"Help!" I shout, feeling panic taking hold of my body, "please boys, letme out," even through the rising fear I hate how pathetic my voicesounds. I am...sure I can feel them their standing just around the doorway."Please," I say more as a sob than a word.The wind blows the long curtains and the thin strip of light coming fromunder the door flickers. A dark part of my mind imagines a man standingon the other side, someone like Luka who threatened to sexually assaultme. I know it isn't true but. ”He loosened his grip. I got up and removed my torn blouse. He saw me in bra and again roughly pushed his way to pull away the bra strap. My big lovely boobs were free. And they were never so taut. How nice it felt. My Prem will suck them and suck them hard. I didn’t mind if he bit them also. I love such things. I felt so wet down there.He said, “roz main tumhe panch hazar dunga. Abhi che din tak Seema bahar hogi. Tum meri har kami poori karogi. Tumhare boobs bahut mazedar hain. Tumhara doodh. ” He left the kitchen. He moved almost in slow motion. I think he had resigned himself to never getting a blow job. Now that I had raised his expectations I could not back out but if it did not taste good I would not be able to do it. Maybe if it did not taste bad I could do it, even though it did not taste good. Just so it doesn’t taste bad, I told myself, I’ll do it.I went to my room and stripped the sheets off my bed and put clean sheets on. I took the soiled sheets to the laundry. I stood behind the door as I opened it wide, so that the neighbors could not see my state of undress. If you asked me to describe Him just based on the first moment, all I could expound to you would be His eyes. I had only seen something that blue one time before. At the heart of some Yellowstone hot springs is a deep lapis blue. It is the hottest part of the springs. So inviting, so beautiful, but so dangerous all at the same time. Those eyes drew me in and held me. “On your knees,” He said.