What made the situation truly annoying however, was the lack of options available.The minions all seemed to be male, but even if I were gay I wouldn't...count them as... options. They were twisted little things, barely reaching my knee, brown skinned and pointy eared and about as intelligent as your average sheep. The only exception was Gnarl, the grey skinned leader of the minions. He may have shared the height and shape of the rest of the minions, but he had a feral intelligence about him, and. I agreed.It became evening. The hall was fully lit with small oil lamps. The pundit was ready. Deva asked me to take bath and come. He gave me a dhoti to wear. When I came back to the hall Deva’s father once again cautioned me not to break any instructions from Pundits. You will understand later why this is. In the hall, about 25 young men were standing. Chanting of mantras was going on in a room inside the hall. We were given something to drink.The first person was asked to go inside. Yes,. For several minutes, Fran ate out her aunt while Marcella continued deepthroating her husband. You could see Fran rubbing her own pussy and Marcella flexing her hips in a fucking motion as the scene continued. Fran happily licked and sucked on Marcella's clit and tongue fucked her cunt and ass hole. It pleased her each time she got happy noises from Marcella. Dave said something that Dourine did not catch and they all stopped and moved around.Fran got on top of Marcella in the sixty-nine. It was responsible for both her failed marriage, and the job she was stuck in, and would probably be stuck in forever.They took a break at lunch, and she fed him leftovers from the fridge. He didn’t complain, and she noticed that he spent a lot more time letting his eyes roam around her body. She didn’t mind. Not only that, she enjoyed it. It helped restore her self confidence.After lunch, there were only two more things that they could do that day. Other repairs needed parts, or tools he.