She was wearing a tee-shirt top that had been cut off just under her breasts, and every time she moved the bottoms of her tits appeared, still barely ...overing her nipples, which poked the tee shirt out in glorious splendor. Below, the only thing she was wearing was a pair of red mini-shorts that looked like they might have fit her when she was 13, but now hugged her hips like a tight-fitting corset. They were so tight that I could see the lips of her vulva pressed tightly against the material. She could get raped and not tell right? This guy looked like a boxer he was huge and beefy he picked her and carried her over to the kitchen bar and laid her on it.He then took a knife from his pocket and began to cut her clothing off. The other guys noticed this and started to circle around watching. They called the big guy Butch, probably a nick name. Once all of her clothing was off she was scared. Butch told her to calm down and he started kissing her neck and rubbing her breasts, pinching. ..2...1 and a half....Or not. She wont stop. In fact, after a group of about 5 people walked passed, she spread her legs and started touching with gusto. She was side on to me so I couldn't see anything from the statue.I figured I had two options, stand, go home and tell the wife what happened, or do another lap and see if it is still possible to do anything. As I stood and started walking I noticed I was walking a bit closer than I really intended. Then, all of a sudden I just walked right. I looked at her and said Smita I am damn tired. I can’t even walk. She said, Prakash why don’t you take a bath? I said yes, let me do it.She said, let me first arrange your room, kids have spoiled all our rooms. She stood up and went to my room. She came back in a minute with her face down and said. Prakash, your room is not worth living today. Even the bathroom is made dirty by kids. There is color every where on the tiles of bath room and is very slippery. And the bed is also not in shape..