My feet seemed to be stuck to the ground and my hands glued to myself. Nothing as such had happened ever in my life or may have happened but this was ...wkward. But it was going to turn worse, I heard my FIL coming from behind .I had no idea how far I was showing. Coming out of that split second of stillness which seemed like eternity, I dropped my saree and did not bother even pulling up my panty. I somehow managed to walk back with my bangles and jewellery all jingling, which made me even more. Her porcelain skin made her look like a doll and mine was golden sun-kissed. My breasts were slightly larger than hers and my ass put hers to shame. Nonetheless, we were both total hotties. I headed out the bathroom to the bedroom to find Katie demolishing my closet. "What the hell?" I asked, a little in shock. "Did my closet explode?" "I'm trying to find you the perfect outfit for tonight," she answered. "Sexy perfection is messy," she stated. "Any luck?" I was almost afraid to ask. "Okay,. While Louise was away, the two fighters had once again changed position and Manuela was on top. One could see bite marks on the neck of both lesbians. « AHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRrgggggggggg », Screamed the two women who were fighting with renewed energy. They slammed their cunts together and their hips were moving up and down very quickly. Their mud-covered asscheeks jiggled with each movement. Nathalie got her dominating position back and attacked Manuela in the scissor position and then the two. Her pussy literally ached it was so swollen and engorged. She moaned in frustration and begged him – any pretest of modesty and decorum long gone, but to no avail,She heard his footsteps receding as he left the building. The rest of the day was an endless ordeal.She could play with her breasts and nipples but the chain from her collar would not let her even get close to her pussy. She tried rubbing it across the bedding, against the bars, against the corner of the cot. Nothing helped. There was.