Then I felt something wrapped around my wrists, tied behind me.I heard a tearing sound. A silver duct tape went over my mouth; as the man stayed caref...lly behind me.Then he made me lean over the hood of my car.“What a hot piece of ass you are, bitch. My lucky day” He growled…My purse was set on the hood next to my face. The man was checking the contents. He saw my driver’s license and said I lived in a nice neighborhood… He might have to visit me some time…He was looking through my phone now,. Both the academicians seemed to be aware of the consequences, especially the children issue, including any future property dispute. Hence, the decision taken to overcome this impending complication was that, Rithika my step-mom would stay with my dad and her son would live in a hostel. I would move to a new apartment, which dad purchased recently.This would be my inheritance. The message was clear that the apartment that I’ve been living so far- would belong to him and his new wife. The deal. “If you do that we’ll never get there,” he said.“I just love it when an old broken down man gets all hard and excited for me,” she said sweetly. Then, like a snake, she darted her mouth to his cock, trying to get him inside her. She only partially succeeded as he surged to a sitting position and grabbed her head. They wrestled playfully as she got the side of his cock between her lips, but then his strength won out and all she could manage was to slide her lips and tongue along his flaccid. I lifted her up to me, we continued kissing. Fuck Karen said as the doorbell rang. I'll be back in a few minutes. I said okay. I looked in the bathroom again and also noticed a separate shower. Karen returned a few minutes later with a woman, wearing a pair of black leather pants and a white blouse. Karen introduced me to Miranda. We said our hello's and how are you's and all that. Karen then turned to me and in front of Miranda undid my jeans and began sucking my still rock hard cock.I closed.