I was a typical Indian boy in my teens, lusting for older women, craving for sex chances, but being restricted by societal pressures to study well and...be mature . I was an engineer who hung out with his friends, watched and exchanged porn movies, listened to friends experiences about Sex and wished for my own.Right from school to end of college, i had a best friend . we did everything from playing cricket to studying for exams together. He had lost his father at a young age, and lived alone. I looked at her ass and my eyes strained. No amount of restrain was going to keep my dick down now. This was going to be a long day.I turned back to my bedroom, to give time for my dick to relax before I went downstairs. I picked up my phone to text Kathy and saw a text from her already waiting for me.“Good Morning daddy. Don’t forget me now that your real daughter is back ha ha”. With the text was a selfie with a wicked smile looking at me.“Good morning baby. Please tell me you haven’t told. Trust Me!?”She giggled, “Okay, they’re closed.”I almost gasped when Sarah ‘popped in’ to the seat across the table from us.“Tell me when I can open them...” Maggie said. She even had her hands over her eyes.“Abracadabra ... Maggie, I want you to meet one of my new friends, open your eyes?”“Ahhhk! Who are ... oh God... you’re Sarah Reynolds! The reporter who does all of those Invisible Man stories! You were rescued by him! Oh. My. God! How do you know Bill? AND HOW DID YOU GET HERE?”Sarah was. "Whack!" "Oh migawd! Stop! I'll do anything." The pattern was unmistakable and Olga's imagination fearfully filled in all the details. Olga was young and not entirely unpretty. Her nubile body had never been subjected any indignities or physical punishment of any variety. In fact, she still retained that sensitive membrane hidden inside her blond, hairy pussy that labeled her a Virgin. The screams were silent now. Olga heard disgusting laughter coming in her direction. The guards.