Then after the five second gap she pulled her arm back and landed another three very hard strokes in quick succession.Cynthia shrieked as the strokes ...anded. She was losing the ability to count but was pretty sure that she had been given twelve strokes. Surely that would be it, she told herself. However, she felt the cane being rubbed across her bottom and couldn't stop herself shouting out in despair. "No more, please, please, please." The next moment the cane stopped rubbing across her bottom. I live in a big bungalow in the posh region of Mumbai city. All in all my life seems perfect. But it isn’t…A couple of months ago my parents were brutally murdered. My father got a blow to his head as he bled to death. While my mother was forced into sex by 5 men out in an open field before she died out of shame. “I’m going to make that son of a bitch Ganga Singh pay!” I used to shout every time I saw the criminal responsible for my parent’s death, roaming around free, on the news. Ganga has. ‘I want to feel your tongue in there.’ She added, running her finger down along her ass crack as the g-string slipped from between her cheeks. I brought my lips closer towards her sex, planting wet kisses along her thighs until I reached her moistening cunt, already dewy with excitement. With one swipe I tasted her, savouring her sweetness as my tongue dove into her more deliberately, causing the young woman to sway so much that she had to grab the edge of the pool table to keep herself from. I was being a filthy whore for two older men with glorious cocks and i only wanted more. Daddy was slamming my ass and going deeper than I had ever felt a cock go. Sir was face fucking me with a cock that had been in my ass only minutes before. I was in sissy boy heaven. "I think she might want something different. Have you ever had two in you at once? Huh, Baby Girl? Do you want a double penetration up that ass" Sir asked me as he pulled his cock from my mouth. I was shocked. I had never.