Yeh dekh kar bhabiji turant aayi or madad krne ki koshish krne lagi.Maine natak krte hue kaha ki mein ek dum chl nhi sakta toh unhond mjhe kandha diya...or ghar chalne ko bola kyunki mein unke gahr ke bahar he gira tha or unka ghar ground floor par tha. Bas, mera kaam ban gya unke kandhe ke sahare ke bahane maine unke boobs ko kai baar chua joki 34d size ke the or kamar bhe pakdi. Ek baar toh girne ke bahane unka right boob jor se daba diya sahara lete hue. In sabh mein unhone kuch nhi bola. I whipped it out and pissed all over him, telling the k** if he ever challenged me again he wouldn’t taste my cock for the rest of life.Then the pig opened his mouth and started drinking, eyes rolling back in his head. Turns out he’s into that, too.Now, if the guys want to use him they can do it over lunch, in their trucks, or after hours, offsite. Friday night has turned into something special, let me tell you. The k** has never been happier getting gang-banged in the back-room at the local. I was trapped.“I suggest you hop in your car right away so we can talk. That is, if you don’t want your Mom to find out something!”My head began spinning and I was completely confused. What could I do? Maybe I could steal them back, or at worst, do whatever he demanded in order to make this all stop. “O-OK. I-I’ll be right over. I hung up the phone slowly and pondered my fate.Despite no clear idea of what I would do or what he would ask to stop blackmailing me I ran out the door, eager to get. She told my hubby to fix some drinks; she would be back in five minutes. I heard the shower.Victor poured a scotch for him and turned the TV on, sitting down to watch a soccer match.Ten minutes later Cecilia came back to scene. I could not believe my eyes; she was wearing just a transparent black night gown and high heels. Her trimmed hair pussy and her hard beautiful nipples could be seen through the silky fabric. She was amazing; I could feel my pussy was going wet.Victor dropped his jaw when.