Tabhi mujhe flash ki aawaz aayi. Dekha toh Arif apne mobile mein photo kheech raha tha. Maine jaldi se mana kar ke kasmasaane lagi. Tabhi Irfan aur Ba...ua usey chillane lage.Arif: Abbe sirf mummo ka aur chut ka photo lene de. Shakal nahi lunga.Irfan: Abbe laude masti mat kar woh ek toh marzi se kar rahi hai.Tab mujhe realise hua ki main ab fight nahi kar rahi thi balki mazze le rahi thi. Maine itni used to ho gayi thi karne mein ki bhale hi main darr rahi thi main phir bhi mazze le kar khud se. She tried squirming away from him, but there was no escape. The men held her arms firm. He looked at her, ready to rip her open. The evil leer on his thick lips disgusted her.“Don’t … Please don’t,” Kristen begged as she felt push inside her. Pain tore into her, it was too fucking big. The cockhead was more than twice the size of her husbands, it slashed inside her.“Please, please, leave me alone, I don’t want to do this … please, stop, please, please, oh God.” She screamed at the top of her. You will never embarrass them by talking about what you will see here. Is that clear?”Again I nodded.Mom added, “If I ever find out that you have been spreading evil gossip about our friends…I’ll cut this thing off and shove it up your ass…is that clear?”She was holding my cock in her hand in a death grip. In a very clear voice I said, “Yes ma’am, I understand.”They took me to the elevator and pushed the forth floor. From there we went to a room, knocked on the door, and Miss Amour opened it up. She turns away. I come closer, slowly, and wrap my arms around her. I have her arms in an ‘X’ pattern and I hold them there. I hold her close to me as she cries. She can’t move, and she continues to bawl in my arms. She probably saw a photo, a post, some sort of trigger. Or she could have just been thinking about high school, about him, about all the different ways he touched her, about all the pain he’s caused her, about all the pain that is still here, years later. About the pain she fears.