“That was great!” he said. “We took in $273.50 in donations this afternoon. It was really good.”“We’re going to do better,” Bree said. �...�Just wait till next weekend.”“That’s great, guys,” I said. “I’m glad the fundraising is going well. We need a gauge out here that shows how much we’ve raised.”“Good idea,” Eric said. “By the way, you guys looked great up there. It was almost like you were choreographed to the music.”“Speaking of which, I need to sling some more paint. It’s a good day.” I. He knew, he had nothing in his house to make a fucking machine looking any close to the one, he saw on the internet but he was sure, he could make some apparatus to work fine and do the job. He remembered that the dildo he had with him had a hole at the bottom that could be helpful to attach it to some long object. LL looked in the closet and found a mop and sure, the dildo fit right on the end of it. Now, only if he could figure to hold this device steadily. He tried but putting the mop. Peeking through the door, Vanessa?s heart skipped a beat. Five women stood in a line, each completely naked, each stunningly beautiful. Narrow waists framed between wide hips and firm, heavy breasts, they were bathing beneath the showerheads, sensually running their hands over their curves, accentuating their feminine silhouettes. They moved with incredible grace, no wasted movement, no inch of skin uncaressed. In fact, they almost seemed to be dancing, writhing through a choreographed pattern. I feared and I caught hold of Anjammas legs and prayed her Anjamma if my mom knows about this, she will beat me for one full day. She is very strict and cruel. Please do not tell my mom. I will do whatever you order I said. Anjamma laughed very loudly. She started slapping on my cheeks after 15 minutes, I caught Anjamma’s legs tightly and prayed Anjamma please Anjamma I am your slave. I will eat your Anjamma please don’t tell anybody I was almost crying.Seeing my fear, Anjamma further laughed.