Wo hamare ghar aayi hmse milne . Aunty sub se bht baat kari approx 1 an a hour us k baat aunty ne mere room m enter kiya or pucha “kaise ho rehan”...maine katha “m tik hu aap kaise ho” unhone kaha “m tik hu tm mere ghar aao mujhe tm se kch kaam h” per m us waqt nhi ja paya qki mere exams chal rahe te to m padh raha ta. Jis din mera exam katam hua us din m sham ko aunty k ghar gayaOh sorry maine aunty k bare m bataya he nhi aapko Wo actually meri gf ki mom ti hm dono k ghar m hamare relationship k. I pulled her hair away from me and gave her boobs a tight slap and said,”You love this, don’t you? You love being treated like a slut”?She didn’t reply but her moaning was all I needed. I gave another tight slap and she let out a shriek filled with pain and pleasure. “I bet you are used to guys touching your boobs as if they are made of gold aren’t you”? “Ohh god yes, they don’t treat me roughly. Hmmmmm”. What a catch! I turn her around and pushed her to the wall. “Push your ass out slut”. What. “Please just tell me. I’m about to explode with impatience. I wantto know. Now.” The princess claimed.“ just a few moments longer princess. Just until the other servantshave left. In the meantime let us take off your dress and put onyour nightgown.” There was no helping it. Just a few minutesmore, the princess thought and turned around so Andrea couldopen the laces that held the princess dress in place. The taskcompleted the dress slipped down to the floor where Mira stepped out of it. Covered. And when this race was over, more fun and games were planned!To her right was Samantha, long legged and blonde with a body to die for and as much durability, hardihood, strength and capacity to withstand pain as Gloria herself. She was, indeed, more than a match for Gloria. Worse luck! These two were level and neither wanted to lose. Both their tender loving men friends had promised them the beating to end all beatings if they lost! And the vicious and ever more brutal Alfredo certainly meant.