The phone kept ringing on the glass table, the screen flashing “Mom” in big letters. My conservative mother — the woman who still believes I’m her innocent, traditional daughter working a respectable job — was calling at the worst possible moment. I was on my knees, face and body absolutely painted in thick layers of cum from four men. Meera knelt beside me, equally messy, her fair skin glistening. Arjun, Vikram, Rajesh, and Mr. Gupta stood around us, cocks still semi-hard, breathing heavily after covering us like cheap sluts.

Everyone froze. The apartment reeked of sex. The cameras were still recording every second in 4K.