.." "Yessss..." "Keep bouncing on it." "Ohh... Ohh..." "Do you want to fuck your hot little cunt, slut?" "Ohhh... fuck... hot... cunt..." "Say it..." ...Noooo..." "Say it, fucktoy." "Ooohhhhh... Pleeassseee..." "SAY IT!" "I... I want to... fuck my cunt... Master... pleeasseee..." "You are such a dirty girl," I said. "Slide that thing up your cunt." She let go of the vibrator and it rolled off her body. Both hands went to the base of the toy as she took hold of it. I watched mesmerized as she. I was so confused by all this! I wasn't really a woman. There should beno cause for such embarassed trembling. Yet the mirrors around me seemedto cry out that I truly was a sexy girl, bare-assed naked! What washappening? After a while, I began to wonder about Cynthia and Mr. Jo: Where werethey with my clothes? Come to think of it, where were my clothes? Ilooked all over the tiny room.... GONE! Cynthia must have slipped away every stitch of my male clothing!Now I understood her scheme; she meant. It was right there on the paper. Just below “Help Wanted” and “For Sale” was the word, “Personals”. “This is it! The personal ads!” “The what?” Betty gasped. “The clue on the paddle said to ‘get personal’.That’s where I’ll find the answer.” I sat Betty up and got off the couch. She tried to regain her composure, not to mention her breath as I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door. “Where are you going?!” she said angrily. “To a dirty book shop, sweet cheeks. I’ll just haveto toast. I can’t sleep on seeing her big boobs.So I turned on my lap and start watching porn while watching I heard some noise in the kitchen. When I went to the kitchen I can’t believe my eyes, my bhabhi lying on the dining table fucking her pussy with a carrot. On seeing this my cock became hard. Her moaning makes me mad. Somehow I controlled and went back to my room and masturbated.Next morning I heard bhabhi calling me from the kitchen to remind me of going to store to buy some things for the home..