I left her to her thoughts.That night she went to bed early. I saw her sitting up in the bed, her hands neatly folded in her lap on her cotton flannel...nighty. She seemed like a lonely little girl, waiting patiently for David, but he was grab assing in the kitchen with two women. One of them mine, dammit. I could hear his excited laughter as he jousted with them. She must have felt my stare for her eyes flicked up to meet mine."Feeling okay, Mo." I asked gently.She gave me a tiny sad eyed smile,. My bhabi asked him if he will pay her or not.He told that fucker is a man of crores and throwing bundles of notes on the inexperienced pussy but he will definitely give much more than that on your so experienced pussy.My bhabi requested him to bring that fucker tomorrow by that time and the washerman assured her to remain confirm and wait them . My bhabi got that fucker also and I will narrate their fuck drama in the next para .Please wait,read and comment.In the next day they reached in. Finding what she wanted, Saphira pulled a small bedpan out from under the bed and lay it on the floor. Crouching over it, all the while constantly thinking about Janie, about her short, blonde hair, her supple tits, her thick thighs and absolutely incredible ass, Saphira began to piss. The wine she had drank earlier ensured that her urine was practically clear, but not entirely devoid of aroma and flavor. Her bladder finally empty, she shook the last few drops of pee from her snatch and ran a. Most of them thought she would protest and wiggle and plead for them to stop the punishment, but she found it was so exciting that she wetted her undies at least four times before they were finished with her. She pulled down her knickers in the privacy of her bedroom and saw in the mirror that her heart-shaped bottom was inflamed with the mark of heated spanking. Her skin was vibrant and alive and she liked the way she felt from the heavy-handed pounding. When she locked her door, she took the.