Phir main vapas pehle jaise meri gaand par baith gayi.Mere sharir par kahi bhi baal nahi the. Mujhe baal rakhna bilkul pasand nahi tha.Phir maine meri...taango ke upar mere dono haath pherna shuru kiya.Dheere-dheere mujhe aisa laga ke kaash koi acche-se ladke ke saath main chudwa sakti. Phir maine apne-aap ko thoda sharam karne ke liye man-hi-man kahaAur mujhe yeh bhi ehsas huya,ki aage jakar phir kabhi mujhe agar excitement meshsus huyi to main iss waqt jo karna seekh gayi hoon woh to kar hi. I then noticed that her pallu of shari fell down on the floor and soaked in water. I called her and told “Noori, tor shari panite vije jasche, shari porey keno kapor dhuchhis, ota khule ralenge raakh (Noori, your shari is soaked in water, why are you washing clothes wearing the shari, remove it and keep on the rail).” Not only I told that but also I went to her and held the shari and pulled it to remove from her body. The shari easily removed from her upper body but I couldn’t remove from her. He touched her cunt and rubbed her panty clad buttocks, “You love it, don’t you, Yashoda Aunty? You love my hands on your horny cunt” he whispered in her ear.“Ohhhh. . . Ballu Beta, you are so big! Your cock is so big and fat!” she exclaimed.“And you have made me so hot, Auntyl! I must fuck you now” he smiled. “Your body is driving me crazy! You love to be fucked, don’t you, Aunty?”“Ohhhhhh. . . yeeesssss. . . you are making me mad with lust for your cock, you are a big stud. My husband doesnt. " What the fuck did you say slut? You forget your fucking place"You swiftly backhand me across the face with a resounding CRACCKK. i cry out in shock and pain, my body slumping in my restraints, the pain at my wrists intense. "Please...Mistress Erin...please don't pierce me more. i'll do anything you want but please don't do that...or let boys use me"Tears are flowing down my face, dripping off my chin and down onto my swollen and impaled nipples."That's right you snivelling cunt. You will do.