My small one hundred and thirty pound body was no match for him. What made matters worse, was that his personal hygiene was not exactly exemplary. He ...as always smelly and sweaty, with his smoker’s breath constantly in my face as his huge grubby hands relentlessly tormented my head.I was frequently aware of his stiff cock rubbing against me during my torture sessions, and felt sure that he derived some or other sexual pleasure from his supremacy over me. He always referred to me as ‘Slave-Boy,’. Meanwhile one of the workers went to buy some hardware stuff. Another carpenter guy asked for help to hold some tape. Kavitha rushed to help him, while she tried to help him, the first time I saw her beautiful waist while she kept her hands up for holding the tape.She was aware that her waist is exposed, she was trying hard to cover it with her saree and holding the tape in another hand. Seeing that I offered to help her and asked Kavitha to sit. She thanked me. I was holding the tape and I was. He was now fully inside me and I was feeling his cock like a hot steel rod in my pussy. I asked him to start moving his cock in and out of my cunt. Now mom was also getting excited. She came over me on fours putting her cunt on my face. Papa began kissing mom and squeezing her boobs. I happily began sucking her pussy. Papa got in front of mom; she kissed his cock and then began sucking it.Uncle pulled half of his cock from my hole and then pushed it in again. In the same rhythm, my tongue was. He felt her bare feet rub against his and she slowly wiggled her body, and her hips started a little grind against his crotch. His hands went down to her bottom, still covered in her pajamas. She turned her face towards his, and they kissed again. He looked into her eyes and again saw that little teen school girl as her cares and worries melted away. She continued her erotic dance of her hips as his hands went to her waist and pulled her pajamas down over her bottom, revealing her firm butt.