The next day I moved the bed near the window n the pretext of getting more air at night and waited for my brilliant fucker boy. And yes there he was. ...ut along with a few friends of his. He said they too had come along when he told them about this free boob and cunt counter. And so it began there. The six guys took turns sucking at my boobs and fingering and finger fucking me, while I stood at the window with my boobs hanging out through the bars of the window and one leg perched on the window. Smallish breasts were held high on her chest by the bodice of her dress. She was a good seamstress because the brocade on her dress was hand sewn, too."May I help you?" she asked with a smile. Her voice was musical and her smile was catching. I grinned back and told her why I was there. She said she knew the girls and knew their sizes. She showed me bolts of fabric. I chose some that I liked and she suggested some combinations. We decided on the two outfits and then haggled on the price. She. Itwas getting so bad that she was very uncomfortable. Wedecided to go see a gynecologist. We had just moved into this small town and my wife didn’t have any ideaabout who to go to. When I called one of my friends herecommended the name of his friend who was a gynec inthe government day-hospital. It was rather unusual asin the country side small towns in India, usuallyfemales prefer to go to female gynecs. But since thatwas our only lead, we made an appointment and drove tothe government. .. Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Silk cascades from wet kiss and again slither over her body as he carefully, gently filled her with it. A silk fuck, filling her full, soaking the material with her gushing pleasure.She gripped his chest, clawing for composure, he moaned at her first touches. His fingers pushed the scarf deeper and deeper inside her aching slit until all that remained was a tail. His tongue searched hers and finds that her longing has reached a precipice. Two fingers deep inside her silk.