”The shackled girl moaned piteously and continuously, choking for air through her pained wailing, as she was forced to watch her husband be beat...n to death by Dismas and his wicked scourge as Gestas savagely plowed her ass with his hard, throbbing cock.“That’s twenty. Your turn. Finish him off,” Dismas mumbled quietly as he lowered his whip and rubbed his sore shoulder again.“Ahhhh. Come on, Dis,” moaned Gestas, “I’m not done yet.”Dismas. I didn't know who the girl was until she lifted her head. I was shocked to see it was Jake's sister Lisa. Lisa is one year older than me and Jake. I wasn't grossed out or anything. I simply watched in amazement. I could feel myself getting wet and as I held the binoculars in my right hand, I slowly slid my left hand into my panties an gently caressed my heated mound. Jake then stood up. He lifted Lisa up. His cock was at full stand. It was at least 8 inches and it was very thick. He took Lisa. That was the first time I realized he was a flirt too.Prince – Sonia bhabhi, how old are you?Sonia – I am 38, Prince.Prince – And still you are so young-looking and beautiful.Sonia – Thanks, Prince.Prince – Bhabhi, will you take me on a Mumbai darshan tomorrow?Sonia – Sure, Prince.Prince – Then we can watch a movie together too, bhabhi.Sonia – Sure Prince, I will ask Tarun to join us too.Prince – Let’s not disturb him. He must be busy with work. I hope you don’t mind going with me alone.I. I suppose you’d say I was bi, but the truth is that I loved Gazza and I thought that if I ever got someone else, I’d rather get a bloke than a woman. I didn’t want to get married and settle down. And though I loved women and fuckin’ women – that moment when you slide into a wet pussy has to be one of the best around – I didn’t want responsibility and all that stuff. I know. You can think what you like about me. And you’d have the last laugh, because in the end I did get married, and it was.