She shrieked, but quite quietly.I repeated on her left buttock."Mercy!" she cried."Quiet!"Another noisy but slightly harder smack to her right cheek.A...grunt.Same to the left.Another grunt.Two more of the same to each cheek.Utter silence but the hint of a whimper after the last.That was it. If it was ceasing to be fun there was to be no more. I leant forward and began to kiss and caress her bottom. It was only faintly pink so I knew I had stayed within the bounds we'd outlined last weekend. The. I was now sitting on my knees with just a brief on.But they were not satisfied they wanted me to remove that as well. After another moment of hesitation and hard slap he told me not to remove it myself and stay on all fours. I did. I felt a foot at my back fingers of which pulling the brief down. I was asked to lift my knees and it was off on the floor. “Pick it up”, the order came but this time using teeth like a good dog. I did fearing more beating and stood there with an underwear hanging. But my saree slipped from my body and I became naked . That man saw my pulpy boobs and rosy pussy. Suddenly he told my sasur ” Ashanta, your daughter in law is very beautiful and fit to be fucked .”.My sasur tried to stop him but he further asked ” why you are avoiding.Beautiful is beautiful.Please tell me if you have ridden on her or not “.My sasur further avoided but that man further told ” if you do not like it,please, allow me to fuck her “.My sasur wanted to stop him from talking like this. He placed his hand upon the door and spoke in a language I couldnt understand. The door seemed to open like magic and he led me inside. What I said made me gasp. There was a giant stone altar in the middle of the room. On that altar lay a black coffin. The only other thing in the room was a painting of a girl on the wall. This painting made me nearly faint. The girl in the painting, she looked exactly like me. I looked to Master with a confused expression on my face. Allow me to explain. He.