And today I am gonna narrate the incident that happened between me and my distant cousin sister Shari Chechi.I was in my first yr of college,18 yr old...when it all started. I with my mom and kiddo brother visited Shari chechi’s home for vacations. We were distant relatives and very close family friends. I always had hots for shari chechi, who was 4 yrs elder to me and also her younger sister shipra a year younger to me. Both the sisters we typical mallu bombshells. all credits to their mom who. What of course my wife didn’t realise, was that I would be leaving the kitchen door open, so Brian would have a good view of my wife without her being able to see him, as she would be facing in the opposite direction from where Brian would be sitting for her punishment.She was aware that Brian would be able to hear her punishment, but only see it later in a video possibly, one that I usually sent for his eyes only to prove she had been punished, but unbeknown to my wife, Brian would also be. ”“See those things up there?” Ben replied, pointing to four tiny satellite dishes in each corner of the ceiling.“Yeah?”“Those devices operate on the same principles as the handcuffs we use when we have to arrest sorcerers,” Ben explained. “They emit an inaudible resonance that does just enough to disconnect a sorcerer’s mind from their Channel, rendering one unable to perform sorcery. They’re heavily regulated and used only in specific instances of security and law-enforcement that require. The friction that this motion caused with his thighs, even through the fabric of my panty and of his pants, was beginning to affect my clitoris. I started moaning with every stroke. Rahul, for a change, seemed taken aback. He was a passive participant and I was the one doing all the work, kissing him, rubbing his hair, and of course, dry humping his thigh. But he soon recovered his wits. “Bhabhi, there are easier ways to do this.” “Shut up!” I said in a voice so hoarse that I couldn’t believe.