Hollowed cheeks, gaunt frame spoke of iron control and wild helplessness, the faint taste of bile lingered at the back of her throat. Beauty was fickl..., the slender frame now skeletal, ravaged by years of starvation and her skin sagged on her dejectedly, the lines that burrowed into her brow premature. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the. Watching mother and daughter having sex and enjoying my cock together had been hot.Like making love to my little sister.My tongue fluttered up and down her pussy. I licked and lapped at her, enjoying the flavor of her fresh twat. I dragged my tongue up and down her cunt. I savored the taste of her. My fingers dug into her rump. I massaged her ass. I kneaded her, caressed her. My tongue thrust into her cunt, swirling around inside of her.This wonderful taste of her pussy. Her fresh cream soaked. ”She slid out of the slowly rotting tree trunk and crawled low in the mist to get as close as possible to the trio of miscreants holding the six surviving girls hostage.The stench from the dirty men filled her nostrils with a need to sneeze. She fought it off because she knew it would be the kiss of death if she was discovered before she got close enough to dispatch the trio before they could react to her attack.She was only about fifteen feet from the group of huddled girls when she saw the. “Now, take off that dupatta.”I realized I got myself into huge trouble and had no other option. I removed my dupatta and held it in my hand.“Now beg for my forgiveness,” he said, more like ordered. He was clearly powerful right now.“I’m sorry,” I said and looked down at the ground, ashamed.“I said beg, bitch,” he snapped.“I’m sorry, please forgive me,” I said.“Not enough,” he said, “Your son’s future depends on it, remember that.”I knelt down, touched his foot with both my hands.“Please forgive.