“Ennaa Rashid uncle ivvalaan chinnadhaa irrukradhoo, naan ennamo perushhaa irrukkumnnu naenachindrudhaen, chee chee what a disappointment.” (What ...ashid uncle it is so small, I thought it would be big.)Rashid was insulted and he thundered, “Ennaadee kunju paapaathi, onnakku evvalavu thimiru, ennoda cockaey paarthu smallnnu solaraey.” (What? you small brahmin bitch, saying that my cock is small.)He just grabbed her and pinched her nipples so hard she screamed and then turned her around lifted. Pantie-Wanker Heaven!One way or another I was often there. I always arrived at around 9:30 am after everyone had left for work. Usual routine: turn off the alarm (the fact it was on when I arrived meant that I knew there was no-one at home), put the snip down on the front door lock so as not to be surprised by someone coming home early, get out my cock and balls, and start pantie-work. There’s undies everywhere at my sister’s: on the radiators, on drying rails, in the washing machine, in. ” Jen blushed.“How wicked it is to think of those boys putting their pricks into their brothers’ cum,” another stated. “Your pussy must be a busy place.”“It is,” she said with a laugh while continuing to hold her lips apart for them.“How often do you fuck her, Christopher?” the groom said.“Not often enough,” the host chuckled, “but as often as I can.”“How horny are you now?” a guest asked her.“Very,” Jen said.“Well, why don’t you deal with your problem and give us a demonstration?” Christopher. Just then, my mind snapped back to reality. We were taking a HUGE risk fucking around on the 14th floor. There were contractors, investors, construction crews, and maintenance workers swarming the place from nine to five every day, including weekends, pushing hard to finish the project before the new year. Plus, I knew for a fact that staff from my office came to nose around every now and again. Staff that I managed, advised, hired and fired. Staff that knew me.Oh my GOD. Anyone could have seen.