...we walked across the street to grab a coffee so we could sober up....In the coffee shop the lights were much brighter than in the bar there I had a...better look at Rosa, man was she plump, her tits are so huge I could tell that they were full of meat not the ones that sag down, hers look like they stick up and in front. I could not take my eyes off her breasts, she was wearing these tights and I could see the outline of her plump big juicy ass...oh how I wanted to stick my face between her. Thodi der baad mene uski didi ko dekha. Kya maal lag rhi thi wo. Ek black silk saree aur golden type ki sexy silk low cut blouse pehni thi. Uski figure kya lag rhi thi. Puri randi lag rhi thi wo. Use dekh ke to mera lund ruk nhi paa raha tha. Wo pura tight ho gaya. Isiliye mene turant meri gf ko bola ki chalo rest room chalte he.Rest room pahuchte hi gf boli-kya hua?Itni jaldi aa gye? Control nhi ho rha kya?Me- haa jaan tum to puri maal lag rhi ho,sabhi larko ki nazar tum dono behno pe hi to. You will then endure a single small needle perhaps weighted, so that you can envisage what it had been like for me. Followed by a golden shower of which you will not allow one single drop to spill or you will be whipped again continuously for 3 minutes with the studded tawse. I will leave you to sweat at any time I chose and for as long as I choseThe day will be silent unless to answer a question any scream will be treated as the spoken word with a single cut of the can per sound. After the. “All right Debbie! It’s not as ‘eavy as it was. Let’s mek a run fer it!” The two girls were soon flying along in the rain toward Waterstone House. The weather was cruel that evening however for no sooner were they a few minutes on their way when the rain increased in intensity to a drenching downpour. Within a few hundred yards they were soaked to the skin, their clothes hanging on them in sodden rags. To compound their misery Debra, in her haste, stumbled and fell on the dirt track leading.