I was sitting just in my bra and underwear with my heels and tops. Sumit dropped his hands on my spine and opened the clips of my bra. He pulled my br... off my body. I was sitting on the sofa in just underwear and heels.I was so much shocked that I didn’t even try to cover my boobs for a long time. Then I crossed my arms to block the view to my boobs. Mukesh was sitting nearest to me. He advanced his hand and pulled my arms part. He brought his face near and looked closely at my boobs.He said. Fazia looked at Divya and said –Fazia – Let’s see what happens, later.Saying this, Fazia kissed Divya on her cheeks and got out of the car.Sushant lifted Fazia in his arms and took her inside. He threw her on the bed.Fazia – Easy there. You might hurt me.Sushant – You have no idea how much I am going to hurt you.Saying this, Sushant turned Fazia and spanked her ass over her dress. “Aahhh”, Fazia gave a loud moan.The door was not locked. Both Dheeraj and Divya went to the other room and started. C's fiancé and the father of her expected child ... a guy I'd never seen or talked to before. Which didn't make the conversation any easier, not least because I was sufficiently miffed by that point to take a slightly sarcastic tone when he explained who was calling ... and regretted it rapidly as he went on to brusquely explain the situation: Something had gone seriously wrong with Carla's pregnancy ... she was in hospital ... pretty much in intensive care ... the prognosis uncertain for both. I wanted to beat that little shit. Wipe that smirk off her face. I wiggled, pulling on my cuffs. But I couldn’t.“Yes, I want to fuck Clint,” I hissed. I wasn’t gay. Clint just didn’t turn me on. He wasn’t my type of guy. He was too...muscly. Too hard. I liked...other guys. Pretty guys. But I didn’t like girls. I wasn’t a dyke. And I sure as shit wasn’t my Mis...little sister’s sex slave.”“Then enjoy your reward,” Juana said, pulling the monstrous dildo from my pussy.I groaned, shuddering as it.