My level of excitement leaped another notch. When I looked over to Serena I gulped. She was standing, hands on hips, her breasts fully exposed and pus...ed up by a black patent leather merry widow which was cut to form a circular frame around each of her delicious melons. A gold chain draped between them, attached at each end to her erect nipples. She was not wearing a skirt or panties. Her shaved pubis glistened. "Okay Jasmine, you pussy loving whore," she hissed. "Walk over here real ladylike. You you're rubbing against my g spot, unggggahhhh I'm cumming, I'm cumming I can feel my pussy juice creaming my insides ooohhhh godddd that feels so goooodddd, soooogoood" and she stopped jabbering as she collapsed onto my chest. She seemed to have passed out once again.I looked up and there was Amy standing in the doorway with one hand playing with a tit and the other hand buried in her snatch, she was fingering herself while watching me fuck her mother, or rather her mother fucking me.I. “Funny. I need to look in the photo paper box, so I’m going to close the blackouts.”“Fine with me. What’s in the box?” she asked. “Are you printing a shot?”“Oh, whatever,” I dismissed.“Ah, so you solved the pictures,” Heather said conspiratorially, suddenly pretending to get a clue.“I think so.”As the room turned pitch black, Lara sat on the bed to keep her bearings. I made my way over to the box and carefully opened it. As I gently felt about, my fingers touched something abnormal. A little. Mukhiya: So everyone has heard she is ready for punishment, and punishment for not obeying this law is death. So start the procedure.Maya and his son Manoj: What???How can you give us death punishment for this? No, wait.Please, give us some time to think.Manoj runs toward his mother and tells her, “Mom, marrying is better than dying, we both know it’s good to marry now, otherwise they will kill us. We know we are mom and son, so it’s nothing to get afraid of the fake act of marriage. Just Say.