"Probably because I am."Gran stood there with her face open but no words emerged."Why you little..." she then stopped dead in her tracks."Little what,...GRAN? You have a lot of nerve ya know that... this attitude of everyone owes you, that is why you never paid back anyone who got your lights on for ya. Then you run to me, thinking I'm gonna wuss out and help you. HA HA, that's a laugh."Gran looked like she was about to either explode or maybe implode. I doubt anyone but me has ever had the balls. I slowly bent down and with the faintest of touches unbuttoned her top two buttons. Then I moved her nightshirt apart so that her nipples were visible. Her nipples were unlike any Indian girl I had seen, typically Indian women have darker areolas. Eva’s areolas on the other hand were lighter shade of brown and looked magnificent. I slowly closed one button. Then I untied one of the strings of her shorts. As they became loose I lifted them to take a peek inside. I couldn’t see her vagina but. The second I read the message, my pussy started to getting wet. It needed him. It needed his cock. I needed him. I needed his cock. And to satisfy my needs I would do whatever necessary.True to his word, after 15 minutes he was at my door. And I was greeting him in my most expensive and sexiest babydoll. I was dressed for him, knowing he didn't care what I wear for him. He just cared about my body and my holes, like a cheap whore. And he treated me like one. And I loved this treatment. This was. The sound of a large vehicle outside caught Sister Angela’s attention and she hoped against hope that it signaled the arrival of saviors to restore her remaining dignity and rescue the young student from the mercenaries sent by her father’s enemies.Apparently, the men didn’t associate the sound of the car on the street outside with danger and they held her steady for their boss to enter Angela from behind with no foreplay and lots of spanking to encourage her to be complicit with their need to.