Her name is Lachi from Hassan. A place in Karnataka. Actually she was 22 years old and married to an uncle of hers (her mother’s brother) and he is ...ooking after the fields and cows in his native place in her father’s house itself. She stays with us and goes to her native for all the festivals and once in a month otherwise to meet them and give money for their need. She is the only one studied up to 8 the class in the family and their family has allowed her to find a job in Bangalore.She was. "Mike! What are you doing in here!?" "I can't take this anymore Jess!" Then he crossed the bathroom quickly, trapping me between his body and the wall. Before I could protest, he was kissing me hard. I couldn't think, and I was extremely turned on, even though I knew we shouldn't be doing this. He started nibbling my neck. "Mike, you really shouldn't be doing this to me. Please stop..uuh.." I moaned, because just then Mike slipped his hand under my towel and was rubbing my pussy. My body. A little while later I came across a noisy place which at first glance looked liked an ordinary market. Closer inspection however revealed that it was a slave market.Semi nude women clad in beautiful traditional Arab dresses, wearing veils stood chained ready to be auctioned. At another place a similarly clad women was dancing to some Arab tune in a very seductive manner. The scenes taking place in front of me fascinated me. It seemed like something out of Arabian nights. As I started to focus. K was still fully nude like she had been since her parents left yesterday. She was enjoying the learning her uncle B was giving her as he taught her about sex and how to fuck and achieve orgasm. Now, she was on top of him resting with his hard cock up inside her. She was looking into his eyes as she rocked her pelvis back and forth slowly feeling the shaft up inside of her wet pussy. It was driving him crazy.She would speed up and build her need higher and higher and then slow down so she.