My husband didn’t keep any driver as he knew how much sexually charged these drivers are.I was returning to my home in a auto. I got a phone call fr...m my husband that he will come home after three hours after completing his meeting in office. Suddenly a storm started and as we reached home heavy rainfall came out from the sky My home is far from the city and there are no nearby houses apart from a dhaba which is 50 metres away. its difficult to purchase land in proper gurgaon because of high. Anybody would enjoy talking to her. She always used to be draped in sarees. She really looked attractive and hot. Oh man, she was really voluptuous and I just enjoyed watching her.She often used to come to our house or my mom used to go to her house. This was the usual day to day activity. If any help was needed, mom used to send me to help aunty. Obviously, the real name cannot be made known. So let’s call her Bindiya aunty. Interesting name right?Ok, so Bindiya always used to be busy in her. He ass and tail really make me hard, just thinking that only ponyboys can fuck her. Please mom, I want to fuck her. Can’t I be a ponyboy?? John stood at the table looking at his mom, and out the window at his slave sister Sarah. He had watched as his mother and father had taken a nude and struggling Sarah outside, and forced her into the hoof boots, bit, bridle, harness and tail, that forever marked her as nothing more than a ponygirl. She had turned 18, and had been caught looking. Christina seemed to glide across the floor towards them, if you can glide and sway your hips at the same time. Like Ginger, she'd opted for a close-fitting cocktail dress. Hers was in a shimmering silver fabric which seemed to be shaded just below her breasts, giving the impression they were even bigger. Dave's mouth dropped open as she approached. Her skirt stopped about four inches above the knee and was also split up the side, high enough for Dave to know that if she wasn't wearing a thong,.