Rani opened her eyes, shocked beyond belief. He had no good memories of her. Now he was the top boss and Vakil his right hand man. The feeling was mutual. Karan started taking part in Vakil’s business from a young age and slowly developed the empire. He was in his room in Delhi. Her name was Rani Mukherjee and from what he read about her on the net, she was honest and it was no use to try and bribe her. She had come once but couldn’t stop herself. They knew that Sunny was involved in sex-trafficking but had no proof. Karan hated his mother. Rani’s fingers moved with the rhythm of the brutes and all three came at the same time. He inserted the cock as much as he could. “Suck it nicely, or we are going to break your teeth”, he said. Anjali was at a corner. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve this. Anjali was at a corner. There was no going back from this now. This was like her niece, almost like her daughter and she was masturbating to the images
