She was wearing a gray leotard that was stretched so tight you could see through it and her tits where about to pop out, a pair of white warm up pants...that were just as tight. She had a massive camel toe showing. I couldn’t help put get hard, but with the chastity belt Karen keep me in it was very painful. She could see that I was in pain and she knew why. She walks in and right to me, I just looked at the floor. She grabbed my head and smashed my face into her huge tits. She kept say “you like. .kya bhabhi aage bhi to batao….sorry aage mein nhi bata sakti..kyu bhabhi….nhi wo saab mein nhi bata sakti ki aage kya hua……okie…..phir kya hua….Bhabhi:-phir humne breakfast kiya or tumahre bhaiya ko khi kaam se jaana tha or phir mein tumahre paas aaa gyi………..par bhabhi aap to beach par gaye hi nhi kyu……..bhabhi:-nhi time hi nhi mila…me:-to phir bikinis ka bad luck…!!bhabhi:-matlab?me:-unhe bahar ki duniya abhi taak dekbhi hi nhi.Bhabhi:-to kya hua abhi chale chalte hai..me:-kaha beach. It had a dark yellow gem in thecenter. Her face was long with a long, aristocratic nose, full rosy lipsthat were curled in a mischievous smile, and framed in a mass of curls,black as night, that flowed down over her shoulders. Now the only women any of us had seen in the last two months was dried upold farm wives, wrinkled and skinny and brown from working too hard in thesun. If they was ever juicy young gals, it was too long ago, and ifthere'd been any daughters even close to old enough to. "The window slid shut again and I could hear the door being opened. A hulking figure greeted me into the surprisingly well-lit hallway."First time?"I nodded. He waved to a door on the left."Leave your clothes with Lyssa, she'll keep them till you leave."I went into the small room and found said Lyssa, an old woman with short red hair, smoking a cigarette she held between her wrinkled, yellow fingers. I undressed and stacked my clothes in front of her. She glanced at my half-erect cock and.