As you stand in front of me you reach into your pocket and pull out my Y-nipple clamps. Looking around, you hand them to one of the girls watching fro... the side. My eyes widen as I realize what you want done with me and the fact that you are already bringing the girls into the picture. At least you picked a cute one to torment me. She walks up and roughly pulls my nipples, making them harden from her touch and anticipaition. As she pulls on them, the guys all encourage her to pull harder and. Her name is Shyama, she is a perfect mallu woman. She is 47 years old, curly hairs till waist, not much fatty, she is 36-34-38. She has been in Mumbai for a long time but her mallu accent is still there. When she walks I notice every one finds to have a look of her, she is not that fair but not that darker too. She is a very spiritual lady, u can identify it with her chandan ka tilak which she always put.Coming to the story, we are kind settled in Mumbai and my dad works in Saudi Arabia. So he. As she looked up at me I told her this is what you wanted slut as I whipped her stomach and tits.I held her throat as the look of pleasure washed over her face.I whipped her over and over till her face was turning colors and marks popping up.I finally let go as she pushed herself up on the hood moaning oh fuck yes as she rubbed her pussy through her thong.I whipped her tits and body more as she screamed out finally she screamed I'm cumming.Her pussy started gushing juices through her thong.Fuck. A short shriek escaped me as my rump got nipped in the frenzy. At first I thought it was just a case of over excitement, but a second nip on the butt followed, proving that the first was no accident. This was followed by a ripping sound. Looking back behind me, I saw a black husky, the one we called Max, looking proud as could be with a thin shredded strip of my pink panties dangling from his mouth. There was a brief silence as the pack paused.Max had found a way to breach the hated panties and.