I felt anger well up in me at this man looking so brazenly at me and not hiding his gaze. He took the liberty of looking at my body. I was not used to...men looking at me like this. The men from the village would never do that.I felt a pang of loss at the thought of the village and then I realized how futile my anger was. If I was given to the fat man he could look at my body and at my sex as much as he wanted because I was his property now and he could do what he wanted with me. I shivered at. . zor se chooossssss….. uuuuufffffffff…… aaaayyiiiiiiii kutteeeyyy…. Kaat mat…. Bhaiya Bhabhi ke chuchon ko aise daba aur choos rahe the jaise bohot bhooke ho… Phir samajh aaya ki ye alag-alag naam se isliye sex karte hain taaki josh full rahe….Ketan: Kaatungaaa kutiya…. Tere chuchon ko nichod dunga aaj. Saali pati ke dost se chudwati hai… Randi saaliiii….. Deepti naam hai to tere desire bhi Deep hain… Behen ki lodi… aaj itna deep dalunga ki teri pushtey bhi chuda hua feel karengi… Maa chod. Sunday was just as bad if not worse. Pain became my whole world.I got a breather when Monday came around as Sandra was obviously at school. I began to wonder how long I had though, at this rate I was sure I would be dead pretty soon. If Sandra and her uncle didn't directly kill me then I was sure the wounds they had inflicted would. None of my wounds had been cleaned and I was not living in a very sanitary environment. In my weakened state it probably wouldn't be long before I succumbed to. She gradually moved her hand and finger, caressing her incredibly sensitive area, taking quick breaths, and trying not to moan. It felt oh so good – and knowing she was doing this on a plane escalated her desire. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man glancing at her. He thought she couldn’t see, so he kept looking at her breasts, peeking out the top of the skimpy material. She saw him graze her body with his eyes, always returning to her breasts. She kept on pretending to read, slowly.