I stared at her rising breasts as she breathed. She removed her Dupata. Half of her beautiful boobs were provocatively exposed at the deep cut of her ...ee through kurti. Probably she didn’t wear a bra as I could see her nipples poking out. I was sure, if I got closer to her, I could see her full breast and my heart hammered in my chest.Taking courage, I came near to her and sat close next to her. My thighs touched her hot skin, “Aunty, can I offer you tea or something?.” Now I could see her. I knew it was a bull shit excuse but I parted my legs and he pulled my shorts and panties off. I was now bottomless and open to his pleasure. He got between my legs and put his mouth over my pussy, letting his tongue enter me! I nearly fainted from the feeling and I was so wet, he should have drowned!...LOLCarl ate me out for about 4 or so minutes and then, he lifted my legs up really high. I let him do that and then, felt his tongue run across my crack and then down to my asshole. His tongue. "Yes" he said. "Put on your favourite pair and come to the washroom" I did as I was told. I stripped naked and put on my black silk panties. As I wasted into the washroom I saw him completely naked with towels. "We're going to shower first, get my girl all cleaned up" he said. I didn't argue (even though I just showered) he got in first and then called for me to enter. He told me to keep my panties on. I slid the shower curtain open just enough to get in and I could see him soaking wet with his. Every day was much of the same. He would come in and fuck me, and then leave. Sometimes he would fuck me and then the other guy, but he always wore a mask. After what had to be a month, he rolled in a television and gave me a remote. I got use to the sex, and eventually, to my horror, I actually liked it a little. I kept up with the days by the television news and after a few months, he finally came in one morning, and told me things would be different. –I want you to get on your knees in.