Her father groaned, sending butterflies around Emily’s stomach. She visibly shook under the tension. “Kiddo?” Her father’s voice called out.Em...ly's eyes went as wide as saucers. She was caught: he looked down at his exposed cock and back at Emily. Oh no! Emily thought. “I wanted to see?” She hung her head.Ryan immediately pulled his sleeping back over himself, “What the hell?”“It’s beautiful,” Emily was not a liar, the sight had pulled forth, from deep within her, a spring of liquid, “I felt. She dismissed mycomplaints about the tight fit, saying women's jeans are designed to hugthe body and show curves. Also, they were a low-rise style and I wouldjust need to wear the pastel panties that Pressley had chosen as theywould work with that style jean. As with my other objections, Cheryljust ignored my protests about not liking the glitter design or the factthat the rear pockets were fake and more for appearance than function.She hurried me back to try on the camel dress pants. I could. I and bhabhi were alone in the hotel room and he went to Casino Royal with his friends. Bhabhi was not interested to go there and hence he told me to stay n take care of her. She was lying down n so was I n watching T.V she said what a man he is left his wife n went with friends at a holiday even was very pissed on him.I was like chill na I am there na we ll entertain each others company. She just smiled and said your wife would be lucky to have a caring husband.She was wearing a chiffon saree. After about 20 minutes a a they would come back and continue their torture this time inviting many more people to use me for their pleasure, even allowing them to bring their own toys of torture. They would insert a glass buttplug that has been set up to be an electrical receiver. With wires attached. Turning this up and down while they played with my swollen sensitive clit. I would scream and bed them to stop, but this would make it more intense. They then shut the machine off pull out the.