I guess we will have to eat out.”My wife let out a scream of terror and surprise. I thought the kid was going to crap himself. He looked like I was ...ointing a gun at his head, and then I realized that I was. I didn’t remember getting the gun out of my study, but suddenly it was there in my hand.My wife was talking, “Steve, don’t do anything stupid. I can explain, let’s talk about things.”I looked her, with her cunt wet and swollen with her lust for the boy’s cock. Her big firm tits capped with. Sir ne ab apni ek ungli meri chut me dal di aur mujhe fingre fuck dene lge mujhe bhut mza aaaa rha tha uar m apni gand uthakr jor jor se unhe chatne ko kh rhi thi.. Sir ne meir choot chat chaat kr laal kr di ab jhdne wali thi.. M aur tez moun krne gli aaaaa sirrrr aaaahh mujhe ku6 ho rha h m jhdne wali hu. Meri aise aawaze sun kr sir aur jor jor se mujhe fingre fuck krne lge aur 5 mint meri choot ne pani chhod diya jo sandip sir ne sara chat kr saaf kr diya.(mujhe phli bar itn aanand mila tha. “Lift your blouse, Justy - I need to see what you’re wearing.''Oh shit - there was no going back from this - he must already suspect - what could she do?Justine stood, shakily, unbuttoning her blouse - exposing the red and blue weals across her stomach and breasts.“Oh you poor girl - He is treating you rough - now take off that skirt!”Justy tried turning away in just her stay-up black stockings as her skirt hit the floor, using both hands to try covering the very obvious pink antenna sticking. Her arms were cuffed together under the bench and her legs had been pulled back and spread into a split, with her swollen, hairless cunt helplessly spread at the bottom. Her ankles were tied with rough rope and to anchors set into the floor.Her large breasts were painfully crushed at the base by two metal bars, not more than an inch in diameter. The bars themselves were grooved where they pressed against her soft, bulging flesh, causing the slave considerable pain. The bars were also connected.