08:05Clutching the red slip, I tried again to make it to my office. It was already five minutes past eight and time was of the essence.“Miss Redman....��I turned to my name and was greeted by Isaac Goldstein, an intern from the Mergers division.Shy and always uneasy around women, he stuttered on about an issue with his manager’s computer whilst trying to keep his eyes away from my breasts and legs, which I accept is no easy thing.I assured him that I would speak with the IT department and moved as. First they started asking some general questions like our name, native place, parents and about our family. Suddenly they started asking about sex. Nisha asked me whether I have seen any one nude and whether I have any sexual experience. I was shocked by this question and didn’t replied. Then they asked as whether we masturbate frequently. We both said that we do masturbate when we are at home. Suddenly Shanthi stood up and told as in loud voice that we should obey us whatever they say. I missed this so much. I missed being with a man that was so turned on that he just treated me like a sex slave. He didn’t care if I was pregnant, I was there to satisfy his urges and he didn’t treat me special because I was pregnant. I was a slut no matter what.He then pulled out and said “sit back on that couch” and when I did he jumped on the couch and, one leg on either side grabbed my head and said “Open!” and as soon as I did he began to throat fuck me hard. Really hard. He kept at. After the usual day of family activity... sightseeing, shopping, visiting local relatives, etc., we all returned to the house and prepared for an early bedtime. Grandma and Grandpa were early to bed, early to rise kind of people. So.... when in Rome... off to bed we went. Cots were set up and everyone retired to their quarters for the rest of the night. After a long period of unwinding and fooling around, pushing my father's patience to the brink, my brothers and I finally settled down and.