I saw puspha aunty on my side and she was licking baasha’s asshole with full effort, his cock was rock hard and he scolded my aunt like “hey slut ...top licking and eat my shit, you won’t win this contest, better be my slave” my aunty was enjoying and started to eat shit which was flowing from his asshole. Everyone were done with their task, but sushela aunty can’t eat all the load she spit some shit on the floor, so she was eliminated.The next round started so soon, The third round rules were. Almost guessing what I was thinking, he said, you have a very smooth skin maam, its like silk, really. Thanks, I said and again looked at the door. He had pushed my salwar up to near my knees now and I could see my slim creamy legs glistening and his hands caressing all over them. Beautiful, he said and gave a little peck of a kiss on my big toe. I smiled but said nothing. Beautiful, he said again and kissed me above my ankle. He was in a trance, and to him, my body was beautiful. I remembered. There was nothing worse than being smartly dressed first thing in themorning and walking in the rain for a train and then being squashed upagainst a window by the fattest man who decided to get on, who thencoughed and snivelled throughout the journey, whilst subjecting you tohis lack of under-arm deodorant whenever he turned the pages of hisbroadsheet newspaper. No thanks. And they were always sweaty as well shethought shuddering, even in the middle of winter. Yuck. In fact now shethought about. She dropped down onto the couch unable to help the way he affected her. Alice was out. Nobody but herself. The tension she’d failed to expel in the shower seemed to rise to the surface of everything.She only ever felt like she was pretending to be clean.Often she liked to think of him watching her. His voice telling her what to do. His eyes all over her and his cock hard in his pants. Fuck. She lifted her butt off the couch and tugged her dress up around her waist. Pushing her hand past the.