Don one turant apne sare kapde utar diye aura b dono bilkul nange ak dusre ke samne khade the. “bhabhi teri chuchiya to aur moti ho gayi hai” yeh ...ahkar wo mummy ki chuchiyo ko chusne lage aur mummy unke sir me haath fer rahi thi. “naresh jara chut me finger dalo“ chacha ne chuchiya chuste hue apnie dahine hath ki do finger mummy ki chut me daal kar hilane lage to mummy kiaankhe band ho gayi aur uska maza lene lagi. Ab mummy se masti ke karan khade rahna bi muskil ho raha tha to chacha ne mummy. "Now, honey, now! Suck it like it was your mama's tit, baby! Every last drop! Suck, damn you, suck!"Sarah swallowed again and again and again, every choking gulp oozing down her throat like a thick creamy soup. Her mind was spinning like a child's top; and she was lost for the moment in her own despair and self-debasement when ' it happened... that gnawing hot flame that had been bothering her like a fly around her head was now raging out of control. In her shame and humiliation, her utter. She was wearing high heels, something she normally avoided. And she wore a cheong-sam, the traditional sheath-like dress with the slit up the side. It was jet black, clingy, and tied about her neck, leaving her back and shoulders bare. With her pale flesh and flawless complexion, her slinky dress and a flash of long, shapely leg right up to mid-thigh with each graceful step, she looked utterly scrumptious.Our arrival at the pre-banquet cocktail party sent a ripple of silence from the doorway. If the chains in his face or my kick hadn't killed him the fall might have. Leaving me wondering if I was any better than he was -- had been? I felt sick again. As I followed Mrs. Devers out of the room I moped. What kind of a thug was I turning into? If, by some remote chance, Maria might forgive my betrayal she'd probably avoid me just because I was so damn dangerous to be around.Shit! Somehow I had to quit getting into these situations where I might kill someone or sooner or later I would.