" Well then just be happy we found this slut," another commented, as he watched Kristen sucking and fucking, a whore-ish pig on a cock stick, "It's no... like we have to let her wait for Prince Charming."All of them laughed.Kristen knew that they were mocking her, but it didn't matter to her in the slightest as long as they kept fucking her. She was so tired now that her pleas were more like soft moaning, she couldn't even buck back against their thrusts, and when they spanked her - even though. He went out the room for a minuet and came back with some handcuffs he said "this is how we are going to do this bitch I'm I'm full control" yet again I replied "yes daddy" he then handcuffed my hands behind my back very tightly. He said "lay on your back bitch" confused I replied "why my back daddy" he said "bitch I'm not gonna ask again" so I did as he demanded. There I was hands handcuffed behind my back in my sisters panties with her boyfriend looking at me stroking his cock smiling. He. “Yes. How are you Manoj, Namaste Babhi” I greeted them.Sushma was absolutely fabulous. She was clad decently in a Parrot green saree and matching blouse, thick tresses of jet black hair was cascading on her shoulder and resting high on her firm and melon sized boob. She was ravishing and looked absolutely innocent ….. until you looked into her eyes. Those large eyes, black as coal, sparkled with naughtiness and mischief.Is she the same lady who told me that she loves flashing her boobs to sales. She is divorced and never had any k**s with her asshole ex-husband. And, despite her being the best looking aunt, I never would have thought this would happen. But, what happened happened. And I don't regret it at all.She was visiting me at my apartment when it happened. I was 19, she was 45. I had just recently moved out of my parents' place and was celebrating my liberation. My aunt was cool enough to attend my liberation party; cool enough to get the liquor for it. Needless to say,.