Kya tum sab kuch keroge mere sath jis tehra mamma kerte hain.mai: kya kerna hoga mammi mujhe tu maloom nahi.Mammi: azim mai batati hun sab kuch phele ...apde nikaloo aao pister per jate hain.Iss tehta hum dono nange hu ker bed per chale gayee mammi ne mera lauda pakad ker appne munh mein leyliya aur zor zor se chusne lagi mai zor zorse boobs dabata raha.mujhe berdast nahi hua mammi se keha mammi mera nikelne walla hai tu mammi ne keha nikaldo appni mammi ke munh ke ander mera pora pani mammi ne. A quiet sigh escaped my mouth at the feel of his fingertips on the soft hidden skin of my thighs. Pushing himself backwards to kneel on the floor between my open legs, dangling towards the carpet at the edge of the mattress, he slipped his hands under my hips and angled them upwards.Dave's fingers pushed against my ankles. slipping me free from my heels, one after the other. He let them slip to the floor,and then pulled me forward on the bed. Dave hooked his fingers into my underwear and gently. I had cocks in me, fingers, tongues and my nipples were stretched to the limit. All the time, being forced to drink rum after rum after rum. At one point, Diane and Juan stood at the foot of my bed and fucked while Monica fingered me. David was jacking off in my mouth. This was not the same woman who left Indiana a teacher. I was a slave, a slut and under their control. I was forced to suck cock until I was blue in the face. And of course, collections were made for my cocktail the last night of. They were getting drunk increasingly and as I slept facing away from them I could hear their comments. “look at those legs man would love to wrap them around my neck,” one said. “I loved those melons best, bloody cunt is not even wearing bra, and I would love to suck her nipples,”“And that mouth saying all sluttish how dangerous it is… Saali,” I could hear their hormones raging. I loved the feeling but decided to raise the stake a bit. By shifting my position a bit I allowed the t shirt to ride.