Late afternoon we were at the motel. Jerome could not believe his eyes when he saw that beautiful Arab woman standing before him. Fatima was using one...of my slut fashion dresses, a black one which barely cover her back, nylons and black stilettos. She looked like a whore.The black man slapped my buttocks, ordering me to sit and enjoy the show...Then he approached Fatima and grabbed her by the waist: he kissed her deeply as he fondled her buttocks through the silky dress. He whispered her very. She squirmed and try to talk to her captor, but the gag just made noises come out. However, the room, other than her muffled screams, was silent as no one even uttered a word.Then a voice spoke angrily out of nowhere. She could not tell by its tone as to who it was. The gag was pulled from her mouth and she knew better than to speak. She was told that if she followed the instructions exactly as she would be given from time to time, and did not attempt to see her captor's face she would not be. To unhone bhabhi ko kis karne lage thodi dEr bad to bhabhi bi garam ho chuki thi to dono ne ek dusre ke kapde nikale or dono to sirf ab undergarments me the bhaiyya to bhabhi ke boobs ko kub masal rahe the or bhabhi ke mu se moen ki awaze nikal rahi thi aaaahhhh iiiiiiiiiisssss ye awaze mere room me bhi aarahithi is se me bhi garam ho raha tha idhar bhabhi to maze le rahi thi lekin unka ye maza jada der nahi tha.kyu ki bhaiyya sidhe bhabhi ki chut me apna lund dal ke chodna shuru kiya or bhabhi. I couldn’t see Master Joe’s face, but I could sense he felt uncomfortable with the reputation he was probably getting from his association with me. We probably WERE crossing the line about incest just in how he inspected me and frequently paddled me.“How about I come to your house and fuck your mom sometime, Fillmore?” Master Joe made a good-natured joke to deflect from Mr. Fillmore’s insinuation.“I wish you would! That old bitch could use the dust washed off her pipes,” Mister Fillmore made me.