She bit her lips and just then his son woke up.Ankita: (cough… cough… Pushing mein back) Arre Siddharth, chotu baitho naashta laga deti hu.Me: Haa...aunty bahut bhookh lagi hai. Aaj khaane mein doodh roti khaunga, bahut mann hai.Ankita (staring): Acha, doodh to lana padega.We sat on the table and Ankita sat beside me. I slid my hand in her nighty and played with her pussy while she took my cock out of my pants and stroked.Her son finished his breakfast and went for school. I was afraid if he. “I think he’s had enough,” I told her gently.She looked at me and then reluctantly nodded, but gave him another scathing look, before letting the matter drop.Janice took the opportunity to stir the pot, now that Arthur was done with his verbal beating. “Jane dear, I noticed that you don’t seem to be moving all that well this morning. Did you twist your ankle in those heels last night?”“Nope,” she said with a sweet smile. “John and I had DEADLY sex all night and again this morning.”If Arthur had. Soon they reached a deserted looking street and Randy stopped in front of a rundown kind of building. One look at it and Sheila was scared as hell. She said, "Hey Randy what kinda place is this? I don’t wanna go in there.Randy said come-on babe there ain't no problem with the place for a little hooker like you. He smirked and pulled her out of the car.Sheila followed him reluctantly inside the building. Randy took her to the basement where he began to drink some of the stuff he had in a bottle. Their next game was called "hound dog" - they tied my ankles to mythighs and my balled wrists to my arms just below the armpits, makingin into a bizarre latex quadruped, and ordered me to crawl through amoving van looking for a dick to suck or a pussy to lick. Spurred bythe electric shocks, I struggled against my bonds and torturouslyconfining corset to crawl on my stumped knees and elbows between theseats, trying to find their crotches - and, in complete darkness andwith absolutely no skin.