Rahul mujhejor jor se chodne laga shruti mere bobs daba rahi thi or kiss kar rahi the 15minute bad rahul ne apna sara sprm meri chut me hi chod diya o... mere upar letgaya is doran me 3 bar jhad chuki thi ab shruti me rahul ka lund apne muh me Lekar fir khada kar diya orshruti uske upar aa gayi or apni chut me uska lund fit karke beth gayi or uparniche hone lagi isse mujhe pata chala ko Shruti bhi pahele chud chuki h tabhiitni aasani se lund ghusa liya kuch der tak wo aase hi chudti rahi or fir. Her back was to me, so I couldn’t see the expression on her face. She turned off the VCR and turned around to face me. Her deep blue eyes were welled up in tears and she looked at me with a look of profound hurt and sadness. I pleaded, ‘Jenny, I’m sorry. Please forgive me!’ I was in a panic, my heart and body was shaking in a intense agitation. I wondered if she would call the wedding off. I tried to embrace her but she stiffened and pushed me away. ‘Please, Jenny let me explain. Please talk. I did not want to dance, to strip and debase myself for an audience of men. I was not some sort of plaything, after all. I was a woman. Then I glimpsed myself in a nearby mirror. No, I was not a woman, I was a bimbo. Then I stepped into the lights and was overcome by humiliation and sadness. This was not me. I was not a stripper. Then I tripped over myself and looked down at my feet. But I could not see them. I could only see the tremendous cleavage of my bimbo tits. Suddenly I was a happy. These men looked scary. They were three of the biggest men I had never seen and they were scowling at me in a way that was terrifying. They were all well dressed. They were wearing suits. But they looked like gangsters.All of a sudden I could hardly breathe. They seemed to suck all of the oxygen out of the room. I stood there naked and helpless and I had never been so scared in my life.The man in the middle was apparently the man in charge. Everyone else in the room seemed to defer to him. I.