I push the kick stand out so my bike stands up by itself, and I noticethe black Mary Jane shoes and girly socks I'm wearing. I walk aroundreally slow ...nd quit but I can still hear the girly shoes I'm wearingmaking click, click sounds as I walk.Looking around I notice the neighbors went back in there house. I lookin our window as I get closer to the front door. I noticed the lightsare all off in the house. I start to feel relaxed like I was going tomake it. I'm thinking now I hope my mom left. I was going over to his room & was half expecting the waiter on the corridor. But anyways he was not there. I rang roshan’s door bell, & he opened it. He was definitely surprised at my change of dress. Probably he was expecting me in the black salwar kameez which i wore in the morning. This time i didn’t wait for him to call me inside, i went passed him, deliberately brushing by back with his body. Then i went into the room & sat on the sofa. He took a position opposite me. Though i was not so. Both men came at the same time, their cocks thickening and pulsing as they flooded my mouth and cunt with hot cum until it was running out of me in rivers of sweet sticky cream.I must have passed out, because the next thing I was aware of was when I was lying on Leonard's chest with his still erect cock nestled between the distended lips of my pussy. When he realised that I was conscious he pushed it back inside me, filling what felt like an aching void. Kumar must have been standing behind us,. . Yes, my husband... I'm a whore. A filthy little whore." Well, at last we get to the truth. What shall I do with a whore of a wife who fornicates with her own father on her wedding day?"She knew the answer he wanted. "Discipline me, my husband. I have been unfaithful. I deserve whatever punishment you give me." Get the riding drop from that cabinet," he ordered. She silently obeyed."Now take off your clothes and get on your knees."The dress, panties and shoes quickly lay on the floor beside.