She squirmed, trying to get some stimulation to her engorged nipples. I kept my hands on the lush mounds, away from the nipples. Anger and lust mingle... together in her expression, and always, the fire remained. Her hips squirmed, trying to get stimulation on her clit, too. "You get pleasure when I want you to get pleasure, bitch." I told her crossly. Okay, maybe I wanted to get back at her for watching me, and maybe I was overdoing it. She began to quiver, struggling with her body for control. Next morning everything was going as usual except chhotu’s lust which after my sister moved towards my mom radha and bhabhi also. Firstly he decided to fuck radha . Radha was a desperate women feeling loneliness in her life as my father has to be on duty for long periods. She wanted to have relationship with someone but he don’t ever think about chhotu. Now chhotu eagerly waiting for moment with my mom and this time he want some fantasy not mere submission alike sarika.So he decided to have. I kept on pushing him away while he just held my hands with one hand and started pressing my boobs one after another. After a few minutes, he got up and in typical Punjabi hunk style told me “dekh, main to aaj tereko chod ke hi rahunga, itna time lagaya hai, kuchh to fayda de. Waise bhi bari ho gayi hai, achhi baat hai asli mard se hi chudwayegi pehli bar” To this I had no response and started crying and told him not to do anything to which he responded saying something like “dekh main to. Her eyes darted in panic, watching his hands and the crop. The gag was too tight in her mouth and the crotch strap of her harness was digging severely between her labia."I think it is her foot - the left one." What of it? What business is the white scum-bitch's welfare to you?" The Crown Prince sneered disdainfully at the interfering stranger."If the slave had been your personal property, then no business at all. However, I can see from her ear-tag she is a House Slave - which very much makes.