“Dammit to hell,” he thundered out loud as he paced the sidewalk nervously. His entire pay check was in his wallet, and he felt stupid for allowin... himself to be played like this. He thought about calling the police, but even if he did the chances of them catching her were pretty slim; having no last name or address for her, so he began a slow walk back to his apartment. As he strode along he felt the vibrating of the cell phone in the pocket of his jeans and reached for it. The screen showed a. " Elizabeth wanted me to know precisely what her stepbrother was doing to her as he did it. I panted, "Me too." It was all I could do to speak coherently as Robert penetrated my vulva with his fingers. Soon Elizabeth was moaning loudly, "Oh that's it... oh fuck... right there... oh shit... keep doing that." She was arching her hips up, pushing back on Gary's hand. She was much more vocal than I was. Robert was massaging the front wall of my vagina, pressing his fingers into my g-spot. My. The man could make out that Anjali wasn’t even wearing her shaya and panty. In no time, the man felt that his manhood was getting erect more and more. He works for many housewives, some of them are much younger than Anjali, but none can match Anjali’s figure and matured looks. When he masturbates, most of the times he imagines Anjali. Ramji, the dhobi is not the only man who masturbates in dream of Anjali. The doodhwalla, for whom Anjali opens the door in the morning in her nightie also. I finally unlock the door and run inside. As I'm trying ot shut the door, a man's arm reaches through and grabs me. He comes inside and locks the door behind him. The man is hoding me up against him...i'm facing away frohim him. I feel a hard buldge through his pants rubbing against my back. His left hand is holding my mouth shut and his right hand is wrapped around my waist. I struggle, but the man is strong and holding me tight up against him. I hear him say "You are mine... I own you.