“Tell me how much of a slut you are and I’ll consider it” Cindy demands. “I’m a filthy fucking whore. I’m your slut, your fucking slut I�...�ll do whatever you want me to do. Please just fuck me.” “You want to be really fucked Sam?” Joan interjects. Sam nods weakly. “OK then” Joan says, carefully undressing herself, and then helping Cindy to remove the rest of her clothes. Sam throws off her top and now all three are completely naked and ready to finish.“Cindy, I want you to take Sam over to. I as well, began to kiss her neck and arm, my hand massaging and manoeuvring her breasts and my other hand around her waist, caressing the curves of her sides, which I had quickly come to appreciate. Quickly, our lips locked once again and we engaged in a passionate kiss. I began to breath hard in pleasure as Geeta worked my dick. Knowing what each of us wanted, I removed the sheet that was covering me and we shifted so I would have access to her pussy but at the same time, she could have. I pulled the lever. The weight came down.It didn't obliterate my breast like it did the rock, but it did feel like a solid punch in the tit. The weight went up, the puzzle reset. I hurried over to the pedestal and reclaimed my mashed boob, afraid the weight would come down again if I left it. I growled, "How the hell do they do that, then, Dee?" I massaged the breast - my breast - while I complained through clenched teeth, "My VR is not equipped with frag-rr-ing boxing gloves." I do not know.". By the way while she was in her 3rd year B.Com. dad found an engineer like him she was married off. Dad put lots of restriction at home and that was suffocating mom but even my sister was not there to support her.I returned home from hostel after first semester and as usual peeping on my mom. I noticed that mom was little careless about her clothes and other things. Perhaps because I was not there. I found her wearing transparent, revealing clothes, she was more beauty conscious as she had.