Her name is rekha. She used to stay with her husband and her brother in law.According to me she was a really gorgeous lady with fair complexion and a ...ell maintained body of 34-26-34 and would be around. My balcony had a straight view into her bedroom.After shifting, one night at around 11:30 I went out on the balcony to get some fresh air and then I could see some movement inside the bedroom. Since only a small light was on I could not understand at first what was happening but realised that. Or, if they were late sleepers, Sunday brunch, even. There was an IHOP nearby.All right, so some people sneer at IHOP. I'm not one of them, OK?I remembered both girls' full names, and tried the telephone directory. They were both in there -- with the usual feeble female attempt at avoiding calls from perverts:"S. Winthrop" was in there, and so was "M. A. Mathis". The phone number, for both, was the same, and the address information, while sketchy, seemed to fit.I called. Molly answered. I could. She pulls a strap across my neck, leaving me totally helpless. I see that she carrys a viscous looking riding crop, the source of my pain. I open my mouth so peak, but a ball gag is thrust in, i try hopelessly to reject it, but its a useless act, the straps and locked in place and the gag inflated in my mouth.I can hear her sharp heels on the tiled floor, i hear a cupboard opening and closing. A gloved had grabs my still hard penis, and i feel a razor removing my pubic hair. Then, the hair on. My brother is an inch shorter, with a slightly bigger build. It's our personalities that are vastly different though. While basically capable of doing the same things, some quite horrible in nature, it's the way we do them that differ. My brother is what you would call a hothead; short tempered, selfish, and quite frankly has a bit of a psychotic nature about him, whilst I would be what you would term as a sociopath, but in control of his homicidal tendencies. When I was 8 years old, our mum.