“Mathilde,” she said. “Oh..are you French?” “Yes!” “Ah OK. You’re so pretty! I love your accent too.” “Ooh thank you! “You are l...vely also,” she said. “So blonde!” It was the summer and my already blonde hair had bleached even more, including my eye brows. “Hey Megan!” I said, catching up with my house mate. “I think I found someone to share.” Megan turned round and I still remember the look on her face. “Hi!” She said, brightly. “This is Mathilde. Mathilde meet Megan.” Megan looked at me and I. Her nose coming close to the base of his penis but not quite. She began to rub her clit more vigorously. He pulled his dick out of her throat, wet and dripping with salvia and pre cum and smacked her face with it. “No that’s for me”, he slapped her face with is dick again. “I’m gonna’ have to do something with those naughty hands of yours. You stay right there.” He moved to the dresser and got a silk tie. He stepped behind her and tied her hands behind her back. Satisfied, her naughty hands. His fingers were tightly entwined in her hair. There wasn't much she could do in that position other than allow whatever was going to be inflicted on her happen.Both teens hurriedly knee walked to their mom's butt before Tim's words stopped them. "Do it slowly kids," he instructed them. Be sure to use your fingers to explore any holes you find when you get them down to see if anything is wet at that end." He looked down at the sobbing woman and said, "It sure is wet at this end."The brother and. I was stunned by this and kept quite. He asked me whether I wore any girls dress. I said no and I’m not interested in those. He said that I look hot in girls wear and he would like to make love with girls wear. I said am not interested. After that Mohan started to send girls dresses including inner dresses like various types bras and panties to skirts, leggings, kurtis, Tank tops, transparent sarees and its’s blouse etc. I didn’t object to it he was asking how’s is it. I said good. He used to.