Nishka being over smart went to the kitchen changed in his tee and gave him his top, he was like damn. Next win and he asked his tee back. It wasn’t...cold nor hot it was just cool, they both were alone staring at each other, Chirag took away his eye for a second and when suddenly his black t-shirt flew into his face. There she was in her Black bra and blue jeans. He didn’t know what to do but the game heated up. Nishka won nor she demanded and clothes or favors she demanded his boxers which was. Why is this happening? She reached for his cock. Why can't I stop?"You like the feel of that big cock, don't you Angela?" he said in a confident voice suddenly so unlike her shy little brother. "So, show me what the cheerleaders do to their boyfriends."She used first one hand and then both on his huge member. It grew larger as she stroked. The shaft became so thick she couldn't reach her hand all the way around it. It was long enough that she could grip the shaft with both hands and still leave. She thought she should tell Brad and have him tell the other partners. Bad idea she thought. He would deny it and Brad would look even worse. She thought about calling the police but the same problem was there, it was her word against his.The realization set in that the only way to save Brad’s career was to submit to Clint. She had his number in her phone and decided to call him after Brad went to work.Clint’s voicemail answered, “Clint, this is Donna. I got the message, please call me back so. The guy said – `let us callRahul and ask him to come with his video camera’. They both laughedand I saw him calling somebody’. They were kissing each other andfinally there was knock on our door and my SIL went to open the doorwearing a loose gown and walked in with another rich guy.Guy no.1 was still lying naked on the bed and he invited the otherguy No.2 (Rahul) to undress. By this time my SIL was naked andseeing the action the other guy took his clothes off. They werelooking at me. My SIL.