Their house was a 2 story bungalow and Their’s was a joint family. My friend used to live on the ground floor and Madhura on the second floor. So on... day I went to his place in the afternoon, and no one of was there except madhura. She was doing her usual work when the bell rang. She opened the door. I said hi and we started talking normally as we do in our school. She welcomed me in and told me that no ones home and they will be back in 30 odd minutes. So told me if I want I can wait, so I. She trimmed her pubic hairs earlier in the day. Not smooth but short. She did shave the rouge hairs between her legs and down to her ass. This really allowed a good view of her pussy, which I was sure that Roger could see. We don't talk much during our sex playtime just kind of touch and feel with a few comments about how sexy she looks. She would ask if I like to see her naked rubbing her pussy and asked if I was turned on. When I knew she had lost any inhibitions that she might have. It’s hard to both screen everyone who takes the offer AND not leave the others out in the cold. But you try anyway because it’s just fucking human. I won’t deny I needed Troy’s help figuring it out. Scott was at the second rung of middle-management. High enough to get the offer; low enough not to meet personally or do more of a background check than we would for any work visa. Same reason we can’t just drive to the studio and I command anyone else involved to step forward: Even if the others. Not very hard.” I couldn’t form any words but these, my tongue seemed not entirely under my control. All I could speak of was the bare facts, as the fat man had demanded, and the words seemed to emerge spontaneously, unsilenceable. Deadman was nearly trembling with anger, though it might not have been directed at me. “Did you consent to sexual intercourse at this point?” “No.” “Did you in fact plead with him not to rape you?” “Yes.” I put my face in my hands. “Did the Hellrider then proceed to.