“Thank…you.. fo.. liste..ning to..me..” She was saying something while crying even though she wasn’t able to complete her sentence. For a mome...t there she forgot what just happened or what was happening.It was afternoon time and we were alone in Pramila’s apartment. Both were sitting on the sofa with Pramila crying in my arms. She was wearing an old rugged green saree and she was practically topless. Well her blouse had torn off as it was too old and weak to contain her large melons. She didn’t. .... I have a few questions for you. I'm going to explain a bit about them, so wait until I ask you directly before you answer. When I do, I expect you to answer promptly as well as be prepared to explain. We're first going to find out if you want to continue at all. If you don't want to honor your commitment, I will remove your gag and expect an explanation as to why. Then we're going to find out how you wish to continue. We can continue as we are with you trussed head to toe and dressed as. This went on for over six months when my mother came to stay with us.Now this obviously was very very annoying for neha. She had to stop smoking drinking, eating meat which we had started after marriage, and most of all sex at all times and places. She had to be atleast decent before my mother, who was very orthodox. She expressed her frustration and many days we went out and she had her dose of smoke drink and meat and we fucked wildly inside the bedroom at night. She irritated and insulted my. I’m going straight to the police. Wait until Jim finds out. He’ll kill you both.” She stared at me “You, my sister. How could you.” She sprang at me, we both fell to the floor. My husband dragged her up off me. “You fucking bastard. Jim will kill you.” “You’re not going to tell anyone slut” “What did you call me” “Slut” He dragged her over to the TV “Let go off me.” He dumped her on the ground, picked up the remote control and pressed play. Her face with his cock in her mouth came up on the TV..