As far aswe can see from her phone and other bits around the house, she hadreceived her first demand for money back in April. It was for ?500 andthe m...ney was to be sent to a post office box. We checked the post officebox, it was a collect and not a transfer box. The collect office was inHackney. The PO box had been set up over the counter in Peckham. It hadbeen paid for in cash and as far as they could tell, only one letter hadbeen received. The letter had been collected back in April and no. My once proud cock was now a shriveled lump of flesh, barely poking out of my crotch. My stomach and waist was now noticeably smaller, but my hips were as wide as ever. A pair of small but undeniable breasts sat on my once hard chest, and the coarse black hair that had covered my arms, legs, and chest since high school was now only downy brown fuzz. "Please," I sobbed, "stop." Even as I spoke my voice cracked as it had back in junior high, turning my desperate plea into a ridiculous. During her turning and tossing, the flaps of her kurta (long Pakistani shirt) had moved upwards. The shalwar underneath and the legs that it contoured were displayed quite nicely. The view seemed… enjoyable… for lack of a better word and I found myself staring. I had to quit once I realized that I was looking at my aunt’s thighs…well, really her shalwar. But the image stayed in my head all the way to when I fell asleep.The next morning before going to irrigate the fields, I found her doling out. She would have perhaps preferred one with a more reasonable and size. Her clit was stretched tight against the top of his cock as he worked it in slowly. For a second, she thought it was going to be a futile attempt to let this man fuck her, then she could feel its length slowly begin to enter her.She could feel the head of his cock as it pushed into her a little at a time. Anita didn’t want to stop. She was very aroused at this point. Vijay’s cockhead split the outer lips….Anita clenched his.