It was getting a bit dark so I tried switching on the lights and was pleasantly surprised when the generator started automatically and the lights came...on. I tried the television set but there was no signal, however there was a VCR and some video cassettes. I selected an interesting film, made more coffee, put a couple more logs on the fire and settled down to watch the film while the storm raged outside. The film lasted about 90 minutes and at the end I found that the rain was still lashing. I walked over to the guys strapped to the frame, he tried to move but realised the collar holding his cock and balls in place had inward facing sharp points ready to cut his cock and sack to shreds if he tried to move back. I slapped the guy's ass and he involuntary moved the pain on his face was worth seeing. Turning the frame to face the hanging whores, I stood behind and opened the guy's ass cheeks, looking at the wife I said "I guess this wasn’t on the plan" as I held my bell end against. But I always make sure to change my wet dress at night before going to sleep”. Saying this she dried her hands with the pallu and then went to her room.When she came back she had taken off her white saree and instead had placed a white thorthe munde (a light towel) as a pallu. She looked like the yesteryear actress Srividya in her mundum blousum attire from the 80’s movies. I felt that every moment she is taking me to new erotic heights. I don’t know how she manages to hide her essentials. But fuck it—it was wet, and he had just the right amount of pressure. I figured he prolly had practiced a bit on his buddies or something :)Deciding I wasn't really going to fuck him—it would be just too much meat for his tiny pink hole. I would probably tear him open. I tell him to take off his shirt, which he does without question. Still on his knees between my legs, I push his head back off me, and sitting straight up now, aim my pulsating cock for his face. BAMM !! My head hit the back of.