After a distance the car stopped and another guy entered in the already cramped up car. He (Main Guy) looked at me and exclaimed, “Mast Maal Hai.Bah...t Mazaa Aayega. She is wearing too much clothes for a prostitute”. The car stopped in the highway and they dragged me outside. I started crying. One of the guys (Guy #2) told, “Why are you crying now darling? Just enjoy”. Immediately 2 of them (Guy #3 and #4) pulled me out of my sari. I kept grabbing on it to keep my dignity. It was ironical that. Her pussy was gripping that small vibe so tight; I could see her inner lips every time she pulled it out! If her pussy was that tight, my cock was going stretch her to the limit. Thrusting faster and harder, her moist pussy was producing of lube; it was starting to run down both legs. I was giving that camera a hard workout! I told Katie get up on the couch, missionary style, so I could see her pussy better. She did, never ceasing to slide that vibe in her. I got a few more pictures and. Grace’s one remaining parent was her only rock amidst the shifting sands of different countries and homes and schools: her mum’s job was so specialised they just had to go where it took them.Now there was this secret coming between them, and Grace didn’t like it. It was making her feel lonely and insecure, especially in yet another new foreign country where she hadn’t made many friends yet.She liked it even less in the morning, when straight away Mohammad caught her in the corridor by her. I felt pity at that time and conveyed my condolences to her. My would be mother in law liked me very much about my friendly nature and I still waited for my would be wife(husband).Finally she called up on savithri to come as I am waiting for her. A 26 y old woman where her skin colour is little bit on black side and her hair falls up to her waist and I can see her waist it was awesome and she was bit lean her face was glowing like anything even though she is black but on contrast I am little.