It’s 6:49pm now and I’m starting to worry. TIMES UP! Indian sex . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . … They didn’t have to specify, I knew they meant my daughter. He seemed happy about this mans arrival, excited almost. I pull my hair into two ponytails as requested and start to mull over who else it could possibly be. How wrong could I have been? Nothing. “He’s coming boss.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . … . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . … I don’t know what to do. In the room they locked me in I found a long black dress with thin crossed straps and a pair of black stiletto pumps with a heel so big that it reminds me of the long cocks that had been choking me just a few minutes earlier. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . … “It’s only a few blocks away and she knows not to walk home alone.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . … I don’t know what to do. It’s a shame that that’s all they conceal. I guess being fucked for two hours straight by seven different men would drain the energy from anyone. I’d no idea what they were planning but I knew they’d targeted her and so I told her to stay at home at all times. “He’s coming boss.”
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . … Daddy:
It wasn’t so much the thought of the crippling debt that scared me as much as the techniques they’d use to get it all back.