Hearing this I knew it was mummy on the line. I renewed my struggle to free myself but made no headway. Birju was so much stronger than I was.'Theek h...i. Aap fikar matt kijiye main usska poora khyal rakhoonga (Yes. Don't worry I will look after her properly)' he said and rang off.He released my mouth and pushed me back into the bedroom. I had this silly notion that by pleading and/or threatening him I could dissuade him from ravishing me.'Please Birju mujhe maaf karde (Please Birju forgive me)'. Now when I say sweater dress, it is actually a super super low cut open knit sweater that I wear BACKWARDS as a dress. The back is cut to show my entire shoulders and back and goes so low that the top of my butt crack is showing. To keep the dress on I have to hold my shoulders way back, which in turn makes the back hang loose on my back, which makes it possible for anyone who is standing close to me from behind to be able to look most of the way down my derriere! The ‘dress’ being just a. I couldn’t help but laugh. When I got upstairs, I was greeted to Crystal already with her shirt off, her sexy, pink bra barely holding her massive chest as she fondled her sexy orbs. I dropped the blanket, and saw her gaze drop and her smile widen as she pinched her nipples through her bra. I, too, looked down and was greeted to a long, but not very thick cock. My guess was about 8 inches or so, but fairly skinny for the length. At the end was an immensely large head, however, and looked. As I did this, she just reached out and stroked my cock, which began to grow again. Once her bra was removed, I laid her back and began sliding the thong down her legs. Her cunt was so beautiful, swollen from her excitement, wet with her sweet juices, and such a bright contrasting pink to her mocha colored thighs. To say it looked anything other than delectable would be an understatement.I began slowly tracing my path with my tongue to her sweet muffin, slowly and ever so softly. She began to.