He continued to wear them without them. We didn’t object and Aradhana got ready in few minutes. She was looking stunning and we descended downwards ...oward Prakash Chand hall. A priest was standing there already but he was looking funny than actual priests looks. It was sure that he was some kind of actor instead of an original one. Before the ritual could begin Prakash Chand passed us a notarised bond paper and asked us to read it carefully. We read it and found to be a declaration of Aradhana. "No fuckin' panties...cool" and with that, I felt myself being thrown on to a mattress and suddenly, found my feet on one guy's shoulders and his cock in my gurl pussy. I felt another big cock rammed down my throat. I stared up at 5-6 more just waiting their turns. For more than an hour, I was fucked orally and anally. Slapped. More pictures taken. 'God, what WAS I in for? What more could I take? My ass pussy was stretched and sore....really sore. More cum explosions. My face was decorated with. So why in the hell didn’t she tell him that she didn’t want to share an office anymore? He pulled into the parking lot and slammed the door on his truck as he got out. Storming into what used to be their office, he barked, ‘Everyone out!’ Katherine was on the phone with someone and he could see the confusion cross her face as she told whoever it was, ‘I’m sorry, but I have an emergency that just came up. May I call you back?’ The guys grumbled as they filed out of the office behind him. Clint. It was a 6 storied apartment and we stayed on the 3rd floor. The apartment was not fully occupied at that time. In the 3rd floor only we had taken possession and on the fourth floor, another Punjabi family had occupied. On the ground floor, two Gujarati families were there.I had befriended with that Punjabi family. The lady was Nilima and her husband, Manohar, was also in ONGC. I had very little contact with the Gujarati families except for a smile when we saw each other. It is also required.