I was studying psychology and sexual paraphernalia. It was so exciting learning about the science behind kinky behavior that our family delved into.I ...oved to watch, and this cuckqueen fantasy just fed on my voyeuristic delight while adding this strange, almost masochistic rush into it. This humiliation that only intensified my orgasm while I was masturbating. For a moment, it was like I was watching my husband being taken from me by another woman, witnessing the pleasure they shared.I came so. After 5 minutes, my bhabhi opened the door, and I looked at the boobs again.Bhabhi: (with irritated face) What?Me: Mom has cooked some curry and asked to give it to you.Bhabhi: Ok, give it to me.Me: No, the box is hot. It might burn your fingers. I will put it in the kitchen.Saying this, I entered the house, walked straight to the kitchen and kept the box. Then I started to hear the baby crying, so I walked into the room. Bhabhi was shouting not to go inside. By the time I could hear her, I had. Both would facilitate further penetration. Once the head was past a certain point, Anna's body was no longer rejecting his dick, but instead hungrily sucking it in."GRrrrrr!"Anna gritted her teeth; she hated the realization that her body was following its own course now, welcoming the new guest. And that, of all people, it was WILSON who was brutally invading her like this against her will. Anally fucked by a FAT PIG! The pain was one thing, the humiliation much worse.Wilson closed his eyes and. The putrid smell, meandering up his nose was one he hoped he would never have to endure again. Reaching the door, he listens to make sure The Rat is alone. The last thing he needed is to have barged in and come face to face with a group of drunken squatters. Hearing the tele making a racket but no voices, he knocks on the door.Opening the door, The Rat, with his usual charming look, sways in the doorway."Oh hell I've not seen you in a while, what do you want now?" slurs the Rat"We need a chat.