Then after completing the drink, he told me bitch Priya, why don’t you dance for us as I love to watch Indian ladies dance. I asked him what type of...dance you love to watch? He told you people have some item dance. Then my hubby took out his laptop and played the song “kundi math khatkaow raja sidhe andar aaow raja mood banalo taja taja.” I started dancing and I was in my sari. He took out his phone and started recording those.After dancing few time he told me to open the sari. I got bit. "Do you like that?" I asked. "Yes, vary much" he replied as his cock twitched up and down.Continuing to touch his balls I reached out and started stroking him with my other hand. After only about a minute I took my hand off his cock, but continued playing with his scrotum. I placed the thumb of my free hand in my mouth and covered it with a healthy amount of saliva. I remember seeing it run down my thumb as I grabbed a hold of his shaft. Wrapping my hand tightly around his cock I used my wet. Hmmm. Who knows, perhaps this is a secret fantasy of your father’s, watching you and your mother get TAKEN.” Anaria wanted to say no. She wanted to shout, ‘Shut up you sick bastard!’ but no words would come. Instead, she merely stared in hurt disbelief at the heavy-lidded yet tormented look on her father’s face. There was sorrow in those eyes, an apology there, but Anaria sensed that it was an apology for more than just his inability to protect them. A tiny kernel within told Anaria that a. My cock was standing straight up for him to see."You’re so beautiful there" I heard him say as I felt his soft hand replace mine on the shaft of my cock. He stroked it a few times looking at my face to see how I would react to his hand. His hand was well lubed since my cock was pouring precum from my slit. The precum was flowing down my entire shaft soaking my balls. The look of pleasure and lust on my face was all he needed for him to continue."Watch the movie and let daddy play" he said as he.