Tonight, you are a fifty rupee slut. I won’t try to upsell you to any of my richer clients. I’ll send the fifty rupee riffraff to you. But trust m..., one swift buggering from a burly Pathan, and you’ll either beg me to send you the richer clients, or then run off with your hands on your asshole.”I know she said what she said to scare me or warn me, but somehow the matter-of-fact way in which she described the scenario actually turned me on a bit. She asked me to accompany her and I followed her. Got...to..go...to..him……” Rita panted.“Yea,” Dad answered, trying to catch his breath.As Rita got up I could see the results of this wanton mingling written all over her as her nipples were rock hard and appeared ready to burst out their confinement in her dress. She unsteadily walked to our room to tend to the baby and I turned and left. I was wracked with feelings of lust at the spectacle I had just witnessed and promised myself that I would keep close tabs on them. If and when they finally. For a thirteen-year-old, she was about three years ahead of herself in development. I mean, a sixteen-year-old would have been better filled out, of course, but she wouldn't have had much better lines.Nancy's boobs were just about perfect cones. They angled up from her ribs as steeply at the underside as they did down at the upper. They promised to fill out to juicy plumpness real soon, too; the flesh already looked as if it were ringed by bands that were too tight, with the tissues bulging. I saw joy smiling and I realised I had been set up.Barry seemed to enjoy sucking my cock. I certainly enjoyed it, once the initial terror was replaced by my moans of appreciation. Joy had propped herself up against the bedhead with her legs spread wide. Marsha had buried her head in Joy’s crotch. One all fours she presented a picture too good to let pass. Barry came up for air and I grabbed the opportunity, got onto the bed and buried my cock balls deep in her soaked pussy. She squealed and.