One day I told my mom about his torture. She took a dozen canes, and started beating me on my hips, thighs. She held my nose and twisted with cutting ...layer and said ” You dirty slave, you are just creature. Torturing is their hobby. If you complain against, I will cut your nose, balls, and dick.”she warned. That day, babakhan came. Mom went out side.Mee amma edira lanjakodaka annadu Babakhan. (where is your mom) I got shivered seeing him. He held my nose and squeezing. Comon you dirty pig.. Forgive my haste but we’ve got an alert notice to put out. You’ve just saved me hours of time and endless hassles with the bureaucracy. I do owe you one. And give Abner my thanks!”“Oh, pshaw, silly man. That’s about eighteen and counting that you owe me. Don’t worry about it. And good hunting!”Sheriff’s dispatcher Amber Jones had not only an evil grin, she had a cynical mind. She trusted very few people. She typically expected the worst of everybody. Fortunately for Okanogan County, her ‘office. Both of us had summer jobs, to save up as much money as we could before college. We were hoping to be able to have some kind of car, but that was mostly dreaming. We wouldn't need one, really. Gramps' house was only five blocks from the campus, and the only purpose for having a car would be to come home now and then. Since Gramps only lived a couple of hours from us, Dad said it would be no trouble to come get us for major holidays.I worked at a car wash that summer, which was great for beating. By then, lust had already taken over their surprise, and they made space for Sowmya to stand between them.Sowmya walked up right between them, “It seems I have surprised you too?” she asked with a naughty grin, and at the same time she unstrapped her bra and dropped it on the ground. And the two watched in further awe as the girl exposed her nice and firm breasts. “I am so horny at the moment that I can do anything” she said in what looked like a trance.Her hand automatically reached her cunt.