I pretended to get angry and she started crying.Me- How dare you touch my personal things. I just told you to take my clothes out.S- Sorry bhabhi I.. ..... ummm just was ummm ….Me- Stop it Shanti. Do you like it? And I smiled.She was more shocked and started to go away. I caught her hand and told her to answer me or else I will remove her from job. Her crying increased and I hugged her. She was not expecting this and stood still. I sought this chance and took my hands to her ass and started. You like this don't you, you Muslim bitch? You like being fucked by Hindu dicks. Don't you? Don't you? Answer me, slut." and he took his dick out of my mouth. "Mmmm...hmm...AHHH" I moaned in response as Amit was hitting the right spots and the right tempo."Say it, bitch. Say you like being fucked by Hindu dicks." "Yes...OOOO...AAHHH...I like...AHH..MMMM...being fucked....AHHHHHHH...by Hindu dicks. Ohhh Ammmmmmmmmmiiiittttttt" I yelled as the first orgasm hit me. I don't know if Amit making me. Mark told me she was actually 15. Her parents were dead, she was currently forced to work in a laundry. She was adorable. Very petite almost flat chested. She had tiny brown nipples a tiny waist and an ass that would fit in my hands it was so small. She had shiny straight black hair down her back. and was fairly light skinned. She looked like a porcelain doll. I definitely wanted to see more. Mark said she was new.The other was a Russian girl. Her name was Galina. She was 19 and had bottle. "Men are incapable of distinction between lust and love". Therefore, for the past 24 months, she has been taking her pleasures as at whenever she needs it, sharing her bed, but not her heart, using men's cocks for her own pleasure, being the player rather than allowing herself to get played again.Dawn is determined not to turn into a slut, but then the freak in her has to be satisfied as well, so whenever her array of sex toys fails to scratch her 'itch' satisfactorily, she got a man (‘life.