She thought I would ask for more marks. She then slapped me.I showed the secret weapon, the video on my phone. Then she started to cry and pleaded me ...o delete that video. I said I would delete if she would do whatever I say and do not resist of whatever I do to her. She said OK. That’s it, that was my day.Then I raised her saree and petticoat, and removed my undie, she resisted but I removed on. I started to finger her. First, I put one finger, then two, then inserted the whole hand into her.. Donald immediately started up with the fingering and it wasn’t long before Fiona's moans were becoming louder and more frequent as her orgasm boiled deep inside.As her orgasm built and threatened to explode her pussy she pulled her head from Gary’s grasp and lifted her head throwing it back and let out an almighty scream but Donald didn’t stop; instead he just hammered his three fingers into her harder and faster as her legs shook and clamped together as they would’ve if it was a dick in her. "It certainly looks like you've enjoyed yourself, Fuckboy!" he laughed as he looked at my ravaged, cum soaked body. He told me that his guests had been more than pleased with my performance as he waved a wad of cash in front of my face. "I made £600 from you tonight, you cock hungry whore!" he laughed and began to remove the blindfold and gag. £600! At £20 each that meant that thirty different men had used me tonight! He was right. I had become nothing but a whore, taking cock after anonymous. "We're going to do something really different now, Dad, a duet where we both play the whole keyboard, with both hands, rather than just our own side." "Really?" Dad asked, almost rhetorically. "I'd like to hear that." I returned to the piano. Mom was sitting off the end of the bench again, eyeing me with a questioning look, wondering what on earth I was talking about. She hadn't bothered to pull her dress down and looked tremendously sexy sitting there with most of her thighs showing, though.