The pain, watching the torture, it turned me on so much – I really was a sick slut.The men were laughing. I began to cry. I had hurt my friend so ...uch. “well sluts – you start work at midnight or the next thing to enter your young cunts will be a knife – got it?”“and I think our little blonde friend here will find a special kind of client to her liking – those who like to hurt little girls. – Take them outside”We were dragged to a van and forced inside. Once inside the torture of Heather. And for me it was a real voyage of discovery, into the heart, soul, and mind of this wonderful woman. I counted it a real honor and privilege the way she opened up and freely shared about every corner, every nook, and cranny of her life. Who she was, what incidents and experiences had made her that person. What made her laugh, what made her cry. Her victories and fondest memories. The moments she could barely stand to recall.I’d have had to have been either a block of Ice or a twenty-four-carat. 'Please,,' 'Do what you are told' I snapped. 'Like this?' 'More. Stretch it wide. That's it' 'Bastard' you snarled, rubbing harder. Your cunt was oozing moisture and beginning to make little squelching noises in time with you movements. 'Plenty of room for a couple of fingers' 'No, I don't want to. Please don't make me...' One....two. You pushed your pelvis out at me, finger-fucking yourself hard and rubbing your clit with the other hand. That way you were cumming before me and leave me high. “Kishor, aaj pichhe se.”Vo char paanv ho gayi. Mera lund taiyar tha. Mein pichhe se chada aur ek dhakke se chut men lund ghused diya. Das minute ki achchhi chudai ho gayi. Dusare din Kesar ne kaha, “Kishor, meine Kundan se puchha hai. Randhir ne use choda nahin hai. Kundan abhi kamvari hai.”“To kya kiya jaay ab ?”“Ek raasta hai.”“Vo kya ?”“Tu Kundan ko chod aur bachcha paida kar. Koi nahin janega ki bachcha kis ka hai. Tere chacha ka naam rahega.” Meine kaha, “Ye to pap hoga, chachi. Mere.