And he had no other choice but to offer his wife, Arpita, to his bosses, to save his job. Unmesh, Rahul, and Anjan, his 3 bosses spent a whole weekend...with the beautiful and petite Arpita. They fucked and abused her during the entire weekend. They fucked her one by one, and then fucked her together too, before dropping her back at home – abused and exploited.Story of Arpita – Part 2 – Once a Whore, Always a Whore – Pritam was successful in saving his job by trading his wife for a weekend. But. “Best, distracting, pretty girl,” you hold my hair affectionately until my quaking subsides, then pull me from the floor. I feed my cunt flavored fingers to you, knowing you like the scent and taste of me. Your eyes are cloudy with lust as you suck them clean. I remove my fingers and replace them with my lips, kissing you. I taste myself on your lips, my wetness painted there with my dirty fingers. "Turn around," you order and like a bitch in heat I do, spreading my legs for you. A slight push. . It's just ... I mean that's a lot of 'service' ... and money. I still have expenses on this apartment, remember? You have to contribute something to the rent." It's just..." she looked down again. "It's just ... like you said ... before," she obviously fought back tears. "They cut my hours at work. We haven't been getting many customers, and I ... I wanted to give Katie a good Christmas..." Tears started to roll down her face."Hey, hey don't start that," I said. I hugged her and pulled her. As usual I was a strolling singer accompanying myself on the lute, which is not exactly my favorite instrument. I was singing, of course, 'Greensleeves', a nice song but one I was really tired of by the time I had gone through it a dozen or more times. I sensed someone and turned just in time for him to give one of those deep bows, hat fluttering nearly against the ground and all." She laughed. "And then a burst of that charming flattery that he is so good at. He really should have been Irish,".