"Ya, fine" "Home around 3. Watch a movie." Close. "Prisoner you're going to jail!" "You need a shower!" "You smell like shit!" Betsey holds her finge... under my nose and I smell my own rectum. I'm not into that but considering the way it got there I felt a twinge in my belly that shot to my groin. They pulled me into a downstairs bathroom and pushed me into the shower. "We should have taken his shirt off." "Prisoner, get on your knees" I kneel on the tile, Betsey unlocks the cuffs and pulls my. God, I'm already so wet. My head tips back, mouth open wide, and there are low moans escaping my throat (I hope no one hears). My hand feverously works my cunt. Its swollen to twice its regular size and its sopping wet. I'm so horny I barely know what to do with myself. All I want is to be bent over and fucked raw but that's not an option right now. So I slide one finger down past my clit and into my tight pussy. Slow at first, picking up speed as I go. One finger isn't enough though, so I slip. Her fingers roamed over my chest and through the hair that grew there. Looking me in the eyes, she asked if I was a virgin.My affirmative response brought a sad smile to her face. Here she was, a beautiful woman just short of 40, standing in front of a 16 year old virgin who stood 6 inches taller than her and I could see the doubts starting. Without an invitation, I reached up and held both of her breasts in my hands and squeezed them slightly rolling her nipples between my thumbs and. Then he lifted me and took me out of the bathroom.. He wiped me and himself with the help of a towel.. He was wiping my body as if I was a small child..Ay that moment, he got a call(probably his wife).. I was sleeping on the bed and listening to his conversation. I couldn’t understand anything as it was in some other language.. He finished the call and started dressing up.. I said what happened.. He replied : kuch kam a gaye hen.. Ghar jana he.. Chinta matkar meri randi jaldi wapas aunga...