After the taxi left, Hunter, reaching into the overhanging roof, pulled out a set of keys and opened the wood front door, the inset glass panes dusty....He ushered her in.It was rustic inside. Polished pine floors had the odd rug here and there. The roof soared up. Basic pine furniture with colorful cushions matched the cabinets in the open kitchen to the back, a country island counter separating the kitchen from the living area. To the right in the cabin, she could see a short hallway with three. Panting hard, she got to her feet, naked in her heels. One of the guys said “More drinks love, and stay as you are.” She walked unsteadily to the bar, her legs felt like jelly. She poured six drinks. One for herself, she needed it. Then took the drinks back to the table. Her cunt was still wet. Her arse was slightly sore, and also wet. She felt wetness on the inside of her thighs. Her nipples were still erect, as her tits moved gently as she walked. She handed the drinks to each of them. One of. ”You would seriously have the guts to ask your father to get me pregnant?” She said.”What if he agreed to it?” I asked.Sumathi’s face went blank for a moment and she stared off into space.”What if dad said it was okay?” Ajit said.”First of all, there’s no damn way your father’s going to let his son of all people have a crack at his wife. He might even kill you for asking.” She said.”But what if he said yes?” Ajit said.“Well, if he said yes, which I know he won’t, then…i’d…I’d be willing to sit. Can you please help me I've never been so afraid."I burst into tears and Mr Peters moved around his desk and sat in a seat beside me. He put his arm around me and I let myself fall into his arms, rubbing my tits up against his chest as he held me. "There, there," he said pulling away and taking a quick peek down my top as we separated. "Tell me what has been happening." It all started when she stole my boyfriend, Michael," I said through my tears. "I've always been a good girl but she stole him.