I want every woman here dressed to kill ... and to fuck. The thigh harnesses must all have openings in the back, however, for sound reasons as well ..... and they must have feel-do functions. Might have to buy some at the shop for the future.“Fifth, we take the camcorder with us, just in case it’s needed. Sixth, no bras. Seventh, every guy and gal here must do cosplay of some kind ... and make it hot as hell, okay? Eighth, and this is key, butt-plugs in every lady and gentleman, at least for now. Most of my Indian patrons are fellow outcastes, though that’s changing. Only Indians can tell who is and isn’t an outcaste, but if you’ll note the conduct of us around the various castes, there is a tendency to be non-confrontational and very meek with them,” Devi added, making me shake my head ... as convenient as it was right then, I had a deep distaste for the caste structure.“And then there are those Indians like me who operate outside of castes, thanks to living in Merry Old England for so. The morning was light when my eyes opened, again. I stretched my body out, pushing the covers down, and exposing my breasts and upper body in the process. With the memories of the night before, my hands moved to those same breasts and nipples, sliding down my stomach, and stroking my pussy as I remembered the wonderful sensations of making love to my son. My son who is to be my lover who is to be my partner in life. Stretched my body one last time and swung my legs over the side. I rummaged. We started to wash her body and hair Mr M told me to hold up W’s body as he sprayed her with a hose and scrubbed away the mud and bloodstains with a sponge soaked in disinfectant. I felt a stirring of desire as I saw Mr M scrub away at her breasts and vagina while giving them an extra fondle or stroke once in a while. He massaged and bent her limbs and body as he was doing so.“This is not purely for pleasure. I need to relieve her of rigor mortis which as you can see is rather obvious after a.