He never had time to go out with friends or family since he was always working on a new book. But it doesn’t matter anymore. See, one day his life...changed forever. He became a group of women’s Pain Slut Slave.~-~It had been a long day. He had just got back from the store buying groceries for a week or two. He parked his car in his garage and hit the automatic door closer. Grabbing hi bags he walked into the house not paying any attention. That is till he was tackled from behind. He. I like to play with my damn food first. But if you’re good, maybe I’ll take the edge off. I'm real nice like that.”That shuts her up real good and quick.I pull her tanned cheeks apart and marvel at the clean, puckered little star of flesh above her smooth pussy. Money and vanity made the world taste good. And assholes like this were made for cock. I tell her as much and she moans.I grin.And wet a finger with her warm juices, slowly scraping her tight insides.“Holy fucking gawd,” she grunts.I. What sort of things you tell!" a mock scolding from Sonam."Bahurani ..." Matasari was almost begging for an invitation to the visual delights of rare erotic copulation between an elderly 'mard' and a sexy, young bahu. Possibly, she could also be wanting to have a view of the naked organ that she could only imagine after that dhoti covered view earlier. Begging, cajoling, pulling the young bahu's arm Matasari tried everything but Sonam remained unmoved. She was too shy and felt too ashamed to. A good dicking was what I needed. It turns out, I'm not always in control. You know what they say, if you play with fire....I put on my crotchless cheetah print leggings. Over that a tan leather skirt. It was not quite knee length, nothing too short. I wore a shear bra with no underwire. This I enjoy because I have dark nipples and with no underwire, they jiggle a lot and it does nothing to hide THO. Over that I wore a sheer button down blouse. In bright enough light, its still see.