Both of us stood up and kissed again, we were fully nude. She squeezed my buttocks, and slowly moved her hand towards my pussy. She put her index fing...r inside and took it out. It was a bit painful but was enough to make me horny. As she withdrew her finger, I saw her finger coated with a shiny film of pussy juice. She licked her finger and exclaimed “wow!” She again put her finger in, pulled it out and put it in my mouth and said: “molu, check out ur taste!” I slowly licked it, felt it nice.. I could not pull my hands together or move them very far. He then used the other PVC spreader bar, made just like the one that wasthe yoke, to pull my feet wide apart after he laid me down. He then pulledout something and waved it under my nose. I smelled the distinct smell of ginger.He was going to fig me! I began to panic; this always got my attention. Hehad found the website on figging: http://www.figging.com/,and had read it with interest. He cut the ginger and, raising my legs overmy head,. Rohit’s father lived in France, he left his son with his wife in a large estate outside Jaipur. He came to visit every 4 months for 2 weeks. In his absence he made sure Reshma and Rohit were provided for in every way. Reshma was prohibited from sex with other men, but since she enjoyed women with passion, these were provided for her pleasure. From his earliest memories he remembered seeing his mother and the house servants naked most of the time. He didn’t find it unusual that even at the age. As I looked in my closet to find something pink, I remembered that my ex-wife had purchased a pink dress shirt for me several years ago.I did not like it because it was from her, so I never wore it.I had placed the pink shirt in the back of the closet, and it was stillthere.I put the shirt on and headed out for work, when I remembered that Sara'semail instructed me to also carry my pink thong in my pocket today.I felt relieved, somewhat, that I remembered to do this and notdisappoint Sara.I.