She always wore saris. Her saris were dark in color and semi-transparent. Also, she would often wear sleeveless blouses, which were deep cut on both s...des. When we were alone, her pallu would often drop giving a generous view of her boobs! And what a pair of boobs she had! They were 38D, as I had found out by examining her bra which was lying on the floor, perhaps fallen out of the drawer in the cupboard. But this is just a number, which can never tell how beautiful those tits were! They looked. It’s so revealing. You’re cleavage is bond to get cold from all that exposure,’ she pointed out. ‘Nope you’ll be heating up the room with that dress you won’t have a chance to get cold.’ winked Josie. ‘Alright fine I’ll try on the dress.’ She said heading to the change room with the dress and some other clothes. After trying on a couple of jeans, sweaters, and a blue blouse Josie choose for her to wears for the reunion, she pulled on the dress. ‘You’re taking pretty long in there,’ Josie called. Her mouth was forced wide open by a sort of metal frame. She was stopped in the centre of the room. The cameraman walked around her showing her ass plugged with a large black plug. The male was holding a riding crop in his other hand. He swatted her ass hard causing her an open mouthed yelp. He announced to the group that she was a set of holes to be used until they had all emptied their sacks into her and could empty no more.There was a frenzy of undressing before the lead was handed over and. When he was getting out of the shower, her heard the apartment door slamming shut. He shook his head, looking around the apartment for her–seeing she’d left. If he ever hated himself before–this was it–the pits–worse than he thought possible. Not knowing if he hurt her or not but feeling he had–he sat and began to cry–hating himself and what he’d done in his thinking it was okay–wondering how he could feel guilt when she made a point out of telling him sex with others was all right. After his.