When she finally saw it, lying on the floor, next to the phone, she almost cried with relief.“Don’t just sit there!” moaned Janet, disrupting Rh...nda’s reflections.Rhonda took a deep breath. He’d coached her on this part. She could do it.“He did the strangest things,” she said, “He touched me all over. He threw my clothes all over my bedroom.” She sighed, and her eyes went unfocused as she remembered it again. “He kissed me, and I couldn’t make my knees work.”“Ohhhhh,” sighed Janet, slumping a. I looked back at the screen. H: you wont be needing those. I dropped the pants and tip toed to the door. My phone beeps. I have a text from a random number and it reads. Open it.These people have everything one me. They are going to destroy my life if I dont give in. I cant have these pics leak. They will probably fuck with my credit. I can't risk this. I have to try and sort this out. So I opened the door.There was a blind fold with a note saying put it on. I took it down and followed my. Nipple clamps were then added and some weight attached the intensity of all these things happening at once brought me to another orgasm. Once I have one orgasm the next keep on following one after another providing the stimulation keeps occurring.Drool from my gagged mouth was now running down between my breasts, once the whipping stopped and the clamps were all removed several pairs of hand and a couple of tongues starting exploring my body. Fingers were being inserted into my very wet pussy,. Now she pulled up her Pallu and covered her naked breasts. She picked up her blouse from the bed and got up. She turned away from me and i looked at her broad back and the girdle around her thick waist. She once again removed her Anchal and began to put on the blouse. “mother,” I suddenly found myself calling her. “yes son. “please don’t put on the blouse.” She turned towards me and smiled at me. I gathered courage and told her, “just be in the sari, don’t put on the blouse please.” “you like.