Mom- you know beta that I don’t wear that stuff other than my home.Me- don’t worry Prakhar I will make her wear even bikini in Maldives beaches.Pr...khar- that’s my broThen we headed to airport entry leaving Prakhar and shivank there.We reached to Maldives and went to the room included in the honeymoon package booked by us. As we moved to our room I started kissing varsha and pulling her boobs out of kameez and sucked her boobs then removed her kameez and salwar she was not wearing any bra and. I couldn't see anything out of the pitch black windows, the tinting darker than a limo.Chadwick drove, Morgan sitting in the back with me. I was too worried and anxious to sleep and my companions were quiet so I was left to my thoughts, the last thing I needed.Sunrise arrived, though it brought no relief from my troubles, the sunshine barely lessening the gloom inside the vehicle or inside my mind.Morgan began insisting I sleep when I refused to eat, but I knew the events of the past twelve. I arrived at the hotel in the evening and S met me in the lobby. As we travelled up to their room in the lift, S told me I was going to be their brown cocked sex slave for the night and fondled my already hard cock through my trousers. When we got in the room A was sat their wearing just her black and red lingerie and stockings held up by suspenders. She greeted me by saying "Hello Slave" and quickly undressed me. S had stripped down to his underwear by this point and ordered me to remove. But Bertha had been putting in extra gym time, resolving to restore her strength to how it was when she was younger and fitter. She'd toned up her muscles and could outdo the rest of her fitness group in push-ups, sit-ups and squats. And in her other pocket was a king-size tube of KY Jelly. Looking at the row of naked, bound and in some cases trembling men, Bertha knew that, once she got their legs apart and their arses in the air, nothing was going to stop her from plunging the Stallion deep.