And it was soft!Anastasia crept up behind me, my fingernails softly scratching up my back, brushing my luxurious brunette locks from my face, her lips...grazing my ear, her voice low and sultry. "Now, do you understand?" I glanced over my shoulder, the blond standing behind her, his hands cupping her huge breasts, lifting them high on her chest, his thumbs encircling her pinky sized nipples. "What's going on-" Jake placed his fingers to my full lips, his fingertips depressing into the succulent. The fucking bitchwas going to get it in all of her holes They would takephotos of hersitting in a chair and holding her cunt lips open. Theywould sell the photos on the internet. "Smile at da camera, bitch. Stretch dose pussylips open for us!" They would also take photos of her pushingyour tender youngasshole out at the camera, and later more photos of itafter it had been freshly fucked for the first time, all puffy and sore withcum leaking out.Hot photos. Photos of her sucking on black dick.. Fir humare shadi ho gayi. Hum dono naye flat mein shift ho gaye.Uss samay Manali ko Mumbai mein ek job offer hue thi. Par usne woh offer thukra diye kyunki mera office Kolkata mein tha. Aur uske liye mere sath rahena apne career se jyada important thi.Mera family Jalpaiguri mein tha. Manali ki South Kolkata mein. Kabhi kabar dono family se log aate rahete the. Humare kuch common friends bhi aate the but woh sab utna frequent nahi tha. Ghar mein sirf dono rahete the isliye Manali ne koi maid. She turned around and said excuse me? I did not lose faith but stead said why no pie or pasty. She smiled. Boy that was a killer of a smile. A plain jane looking Indian woman with a smile that can break the youngest of heartsI just said the truth. You have indeed got a cute smile miss. She said thanks but I’mNot a miss. But a Mrs.Wow a Mrs. Lucky sod whoever married her I told myself.So where you off to I enquired. She was candid and I liked that. She said I’m on my way home. Oh so you don’t.