My hands ... my feet ... what the hell was going on? I couldn't move. My limbs were bound to all four corners of the bed and a bandanna had been tied ...round my mouth as so I couldn't scream.No matter how hard I tried I couldn't move one inch from the center of the bed. Totally bound and tied and left exposed to who ever wanted to see me. And that's when it happened.A warm rough hand touched my left ankle. I turned my head to see who it was and just that quickly, my t shirt was being pulled over. Some of them were made to crawl on their hands and knees like dogs, with chains attached to there necks and cunts, while the men used whips to speed them along. Others dressed like horses with the man pulling them along by their mouths. Another was dressed in chains with the man using a small link chain as a whip, hitting her constantly while walking up the driveway. Cindi couldn’t take her eyes off these women. Who were they and who were the men? They were all beautiful women without exception. I tried hard not to show my grief to them and mingled with them normally. And then my mom said that they have some good news and said that my father was selected by the people of the village as their leader. I forgot everything that happened to me in college hostel and I became happy.Then they said that tomorrow morning there is a public function to announce him as leader in the presence of “Guruji” ( as I said in my previous part in my village there is a guruji who is considered equal to god. I had visions in the future of making him aroused, and then relieving him by jacking him off. How could he refuse an offer like that. &hellip,.Now to complete my task. His erection was warm and very full. It was real hard, but the skin was soft. I gently started in trying not to disturb his sore balls. My heart was beating fast, and I was getting hot flashes as I slowly jacked him. This first time had my pussy really wet. His moans sent more tingles thru my body. I watched my own hand jack.