Phir aise hi krte krte mere exam karib a gaye or mere pre board me bhut kam marks aye to ghar pe papa ne bhut dat lagae or bhabhi se sikayt ki k agr a...sa hi chalta rha to iska kya hoga ye fail ho jaega. Phir me jb bhabhi k yha tution gya to bhabhi ne bhi mujhe khub data or kha tum kbi nhi sudhrne wale pr me to unke boobs dekh rha tha jo bar bar hil rhe the…. Tbhi unhone mujhe zor se thappad lga diya or me wha se gusse me chala gya or 2-3 din unke yha tution nhi gya wo mujhe bar bar call krti. I walked over to her door, which was partially open and saw her and her brother naked, with Samantha bent over the edge of the bed, the rattan cane in her brother’s hand. “Ow” cried Samantha as Todd laid another welt on her ass. “Harder please Master” cried Samantha. I felt a churning inside me and a flooding around my cunt. There was my son whipping his sister and she was pleading to be whipped harder. She also had called him Master. Why could she be whipped and not me? I had felt the need to. We took a cab to the guest house in South Delhi. We were allotted the only 2 rooms that were on the 3rd floor and after freshening up, we left for the office. The briefing turned out to be a shocker as all our assumptions turned out to be incorrect. We rushed back to the guest house to rework out bid, stopping on the way for a quick bite of lunch. We spent the next 6 hours trying to crack the problem without any solution being visible. During this period, Poornima had gradually loosened up and. And every time a tiny drop of sperm made its way to the tip of that hard pulsating dick she would hummingly lick it off and swallow like she was swallowing the whole load. She was sucking that cock for my pleasure. His pleasure was just a side effect. The way she looked at me while she was being nasty with that big cock turned me on again so I jumped up and started fucking her from behind. She was giving me the pace with her moaning and slurping of that big cock. We were pretty loud. Windows.