Both of their husbands are not well endowed and pretty bad lovers. However, what sets them apart is that the princess loves her husband while the quee... was forced into this marriage when she was 15 years old. I felt satisfied with this amount of story and applied my newly made story.The walls of the bathroom began rotating quickly and when I felt like throwing up it brutally stopped. The place I was in had completely changed.I walked back into the bedroom were my previously sleeping servant was. Asha to Hari and Farooq, “Is this type of weather common during these days?” Hari, “No, it was a bit hotter today.” Asha and I started walking towards the stairs.Asha (in Hindi), “Aaj to itna humid tha ki poocho nahi. Ek to ab jeans nahi pehenni yahan aur ye bra aur panty se to aur bhi suffocation ho rahi hai.” (It was so hot in the market. I won’t wear jeans anymore here, even bra and panty were feeling so suffocating.)Hearing out words Hari and Farooq spoke something in Malayalam. We went in,. Her pussy felt like it was trying to deny me entry as it squeezed the tip tightly, not allowing me to go any further. I stayed still as her pussy continued to squeeze and release the tip. After a bit I started to push more into her. Her breathing sounding like she was in labor, and her pussy trying to push me back out, making it difficult to concentrate and push into her. Shh just relax, I whispered trying to calm her. Her breathing was still rapid, but her pussy slowly relaxed enough for me. Is an awkward silence whoever just walked in hasn't said a single word.Which the awkward silence is making me uncomfortable which makes me turn around and see whose so fucking rude to walk in a closet and not at least say a single word. As I turn around Ms.ISHARA!!!!! I turn 10times the shade of red becoming nervous as shes just leaning back on the door blocking my way out her hands tucked behind the small of her back just watching me. She took off her glasses and has her hair relaxed over her.