Not at all. It’s just that when you’re at our place, you never wear these clothes.”“It’s because of your momma. She feels that I’m exposin... myself a lot. And the men will ogle at me when we would go outside.”“Would you wear something like this outside too?”“I would. But this is India. We, women, are expected to behave and conduct ourselves in a certain manner in society.”“Yeah. That’s also correct.”“Besides, you should be used to these types of clothes.”“Not at all, aunty. I mean, who’s gonna. " Wendy answered the door, while Esther bent Gail over a bar stool, belly down, and tied her hands and feet to the rungs of the stool. Her rump was uppermost, and her head was somewhere near her knees. The visitors were several men. They raped her ass and stuffed their dicks down her throat, but never bothered with her vagina. Gail thought she must have swallowed a cup of cum, and another cupful was running down her thighs. There was no pleasure in it, only a sore jaw and a burning ass hole.. The gin worked almost instantly and we were soon talking about marriage and divorce…And sex.“Tell me to be quiet if I’m out of line but you like sex, don’t you?”The question made me laugh, partly from the buzz but mainly because it made me a bit nervous. I knew where he was going with his question.Still, with a bit of nervous laughter, I said, “Of course I like sex, Robert.”My words just kind of hung there as we looked at each other and I was beginning to blush. Not knowing what else to say, I. .to suck on them....then it happened, almost as the thoughts left my mind...they began growing...and with each increase in their size, I came...and came again...I watched as they filled the small bra and then I felt the moisture and warmth again...another orgasm...I was in her...shaking uncontrollably...fueled by my lust...I again passed out...it must have been hours because it was dark when I awoke again...in fact I couldn't see anything but pitch blackness...I could feel myself moving but I.