Anyway, it was my cousins' birthday and our family brought over a gift for him even though it really wasn't any party or anything.When we were standin... at the back door removing our jackets, my dad asked my aunt where was the birthday boy. She laughed and said he was down in the basement playing pool with a couple of his friends from school. My dad handed me the gift wrapped sweater and asked me to take it down to Roger. As I headed down the stairs, I didn't realize that my life was going to. Common sense suspended by a hormone cocktail, I lift my long skirt and turn around so he can enter me from behind. Smiling mischievously, he plunges his cock inside me with a fierce and steady rhythm. I drop the front of my skirt and lean against him enjoying the ride. Our faces start to flush with desire; our breathing quickens in sync with the penetration. Off in the distance we hear the warning ding! that announces the door's about to open on the 16th floor. A couple of teenage boys. I was stunned to hear the doorbell and then I heard voices downstairs. The voices went on for a while and I was more frightened when my parents came up to my room and my father seemed very stern with me. He was very upset because the police had just been to our home. They had asked him what he knew about the marks on my body and where he had been the last few days. He demanded I come clean with him on what had happened to me and if I was raped or assaulted by someone, namely Scott. The pressure. He ran and brought some oil which was prepared by him(I said he is a siddha vidya)and asked me move my bottom some upwards so he can massage my leg.But it so thight it can reach up to my knee.so I removed my bottom completely and he started massaging me after some time he asked me how is it.I said if ur here to massage all pain will be gone babpu ur a good vaidya.he replied a massage is very good prossesfor blood circulation and keeps a health good with out any pains in our body, if u wish I.