Par door open karte hi mere hosh ur gaye amit!Amit meri bua ka larka hai yani mera cousin bhai.Mai man me sochne lagi ye kaha se aa gaya agar ye jyada...der ruka to mai vipin ko kaise bula paungi.Amit-hello didi.Mai-hello amit kaise ho anadar aao. Kaise ana hua.Amit – didi mere office ke tour ke silsile me aya tha socha aapse milta chalu.Mai- achha kiyaMaine vipin ko phone kiya usse kaha jab mai kahu tab ana mera bhai aa gaya tha jab so jayega mai bula lungi.Maine amit ko jaldi se dinner karaya. Peeking under the bottomof my blindfold at my hands, I could just make out long, bright redfingernails. And when I turned my head to look, I could feel long strandsof hair falling across my face. So apparently I was also wearing a wig.I searched my head, hoping to remember what had happened last night. LikeI said--friends, shots, a hot hooker in the street, then nothing. Idesperately tried to remember something, anything, but the pain in myballs kept me from concentrating.If only somebody would. Standing there in nothing but heels she smiles again, then says, “Clothespins and string please.”A few moments later they are produced.“Please bring the daybed into the center of the room.”It is wheeled to that spot. She walks over and lays down on it.“Now attach a clothespin to the lips of my pussy on either side and then attach the string to the pins. Yes like that. Good. Now pull the strings to open me up. Now take me, each and all. You may enjoy each other but I want everyone one in this. They have been standing up tall ever since we got out of the pool, do they stay that way all the time, obviously not or we would have seen them through your clothes before, so I can only surmise that seeing our naked titties is a real turn on for you guys.”“It sure is,“ I replied, “but we need to get some relief pretty soon or we’ll be in a world of hurt!”“What kind of relief do you need,” asked Crissy. “Oh, come on,” giggled Cindy, “you really don’t know what they need?”“Hey, you’re the one.