Punjabi women had a certain flair in them, the bounce in their walk, the way they walked with their arse swaying in a poetic rhythm, the heavy boobs b...ating out of the chest, wanting to be freed and handled, or perhaps manhandled. The story is quite long, please bear with me.I took up residence on the topmost floor of a kothi in sector 35, the house belonging to a lovely family who were very accomodating and kind. Being a three storey house, the room in the middle was occupied by three girls,. Her softness fills my hand. I slowly circle my hand up to her areola and gently pinch her slightly erect nipple. This elicits a soft moan from Keymie and her nipple responds by becoming rock hard. I slowly glide my hand down her ribcage and over her malleable stomach. My hand travels farther down until I find the waste-band of her panties. I softly roll Keymie on her back and nibble her earlobe. Keymie gasps and moans as I caress her Venus Mound. I slowly draw a finger down her panties to fully. He whispered in my ear to pick one up and open it. So I did and randomly opened to an old man and a very young girl. She was sitting in his lap too, just as I was, but she had his dick deep inside of her. He whispered “look how happy that little girl is. Her Papaw is deep inside of her little pussy. She loves it as much as you will, when you get a little bigger, I’m going to take your pussy and your ass. You’ll beg for Papaw to fuck you everyday.” I was so scared. He continued. I know you really love me; still, you'd better slow down. I do have a rather strong masochistic streak that I never knew I had. I love the humiliation, though I hate it. I do love watching people have sex, and I will go to extremes to do so, as I have demonstrated. There are limits, however. I'm not sure what mine are. This Saturday night thing that Susan has worked up may be it. I don't know. I am trying to get mentally conditioned for the worst. The problem is, I'm not sure what the worst is..