The TV was muted but still on as he introduced his roommates to their guest.“Guys, it looks like a high school sorority has sent us this little girl...as a Saturday Night Live stunt. Come on, guys quiet down and let me read you their letter. “ Ted shouted as his frat-bros whooped and hollered with wolf whistles and leering grins.“We get to initiate this girl tonight! Now, she may not look it, but she’s just 14 years old and...” Some moans and groans from the crowd as someone yelled “ Get her out. I used to stay in pune before my marriage. My husband is an awesome guy and is a business technocrat. I was working as a fashion model in pune for a private firm.This story is a true incident which changed my life and my loving and caring husband asked me to post it here so that I am happy to help my dear friend (slave) in his hardships. It all started when I first met this guy whom I will call as slave in my entire story for the first time when I was on a photo shoot for a private firm which. “And this is my older half-sister, Amy.”She came over to me, and gave me a big hug too. She pulled back and we looked at each other. She said; “We are identical except that my hair is shorter.”Dad got up and said, “Jennifer please have a seat.”I sat down and asked, “What’s going on Dad?”“There are things I need to tell you: first your mom did leave us to have more sex; she was, or I should say she is a sex freak. However, she also left because we couldn’t get along; we were always fighting and. I try to turn around, but he giggles and tells me to stay. On his knees, he picks the back of the g string to the side, opening me up. Still leaning forward, he has a perfect view and access to all of me. Using an index finger, he traces my lower lips, up and down to my inner entrance then back up to circle my clitoris. After, he takes another hand, inserts two fingers into me, wet and swollen. Moaning, he thrusts slowly, using the thumb of his other hand on my clitoris, turning little circles.