That was when I searched for in the Google. Well, I am not that good in English. So, I stick to the Indian women.I came across DSC and I went inside....Please, don’t take me for a racist, I feel comfortable with the woman who comes from my place. So, I noticed a hot bhabhi called Roopale. She looked very nice. (Of course, from the neck to toe). I did not have the opportunity to see her beautiful face.Well, it was fine with me. But then, I saw that I had to pay for some credits to have a chat. For a few moments Dan couldn't see what had so shocked Lisa, then it all became clear as he saw his wife Alison following Jeff into the cafe and walking straight towards them. Neither of them could say anything sitting there with jaws open trying to process it all.Alison moved passed Jeff and waved to them both saying that this is Jeff we met outside. The sensual smile on her face told much more. Dan stood to shake Jeff's hand and give Alison a peck on the cheek. Why don't we all sit and order. Her lips and her labia were sewn shut. She did not look deformed, though, the amputations and the sewing had been done carefully, with attention to her delicate beauty. She reclined, almost comfortably it seemed, utterly immobile, with one leg sideways to allow the viewer’s gaze to travel between her thighs, on a small rug-covered recamier. What I remember most about her are her eyes. Huge, dark, wide open, unblinking, they looked at me, her huge dark eyes looked into mine, and I looked back at. Before I could do anything, he tore my dressing gown open and pinned my arms by my side. My dressing gown was wide open and my nightdress didn't do much to hide my modesty. He moved behind me and began to roughly maul my tits. "See Sid, I told you she had a great pair didn't I?"His friend got up off the couch and walked towards me. I could see the look of pure lust in his eyes as he reached out towards me. My husband moved his hands to my sides and pinned my arms. His friend's hands replaced my.