He threw the chain over the basement I-beam and slowly stretched the bitch until she stood on the balls of her feet. Kim was crying, begging sobbing,...her dirty tattered blazer her only piece of clothing. Smoke filled the basement. More men arrived with beer bringing the total to 6 plus Aaron and Tyrone Kim stood stretched barely touching the floor, hanging by the arms from the ceiling. The men swarmed around the helpless bitch. “Fucking Whore.” A man held her from behind, his cock up. Oh good, I thought, at least I wouldn’t have to parade almost naked in front of a wide eyed police officer again. I sneaked the door open and quickly retrieved the bundle of clothes. The pants and sweater set Gabriella had brought me was soft and a bit larger than my usual size, but I didn’t feel like wearing anything tight and constraining anyway, I liked feeling soft and smooth and… free. I walked back into the kitchen feeling shy and awkward, tugging at the sweater and biting my lower lip. I. His mom was sleeping on the cott and his sister on the floor. They both had their knees raised up and their dress had fallen down to their knees. He was aroused and at the same time had a feeling of guilt. He left the room immediately and went to the hall. From there he shouted”Maa , bhook lagi hai , chai dena”His mother woke up. And made him tea and chappati. She asked him “Itne jaldi uthkar kaha jaata hai rooz. Kaam dhaam to kuchh karta nahi bekar mai ghoomta rahata hai”Suresh was used to. She wanted fucked. A whisper of movement, the fire of passion sweeping away the need for caution, a wanting woman driven by irresistible urges, a woman craving for fulfilment, an impatient woman desperate to feel his awesome limb filling her body again. Impulse flirting with expectation, excitement courting danger, the closeness of two bodies coming together stimulating arousal, her eyes glaring with erotic threat, her breathing increasing, her breasts rising and falling, impatient fingers.