"Oh fuck you are needy. Come on. Focus. Suck on my fucking fingers." The slave-girl pulls on one of Ashley's nipples to keep her on track. The pain ba...ely registers in her mind. Ashley can feel layers of warm ecstasy pouring down from her chest into her cunt and ass. Again the vibration pushes her engorged lips tightly into the leather chastity belt, humming against her tormented clit. She tries to focus on the girl's fingers. Their warm, sticky, delicious coating sending nasty thoughts through. I jerked and writhed, I squealed and clutched his hair, I knew I was probably hurting him, but I also knew my brother well enough to know that he would carry on licking me until my spasms had finished.Which he did, then he unzipped himself and kissed me as his lovely hard cock slid easily into the swamp that was my cunt, that night was the best we'd had, we were both excited at the thought of me posing and showing myself off to God knows how many people.We made love twice on the couch and then. I am living with my in-laws and my husband in Chandigarh. My husband, Himanshu, is an electronics equipment manufacturer. I am an air hostess with a domestic airliner. Ours is a fairly conservative family and my in-laws generally don’t like it when I have to wear short skirts during my job. But thankfully, my husband is a very open-minded person and understands me completely.This sex story is almost from a couple of years back. I was a newly wedded bride then. The Mehendi was fresh on my hands. I never heard the pickup coming up the driveway and stopping at the garage, nor did I hear when Mark walked around the house to have a look at the gutter, passing just outside the windows to the living room where I was bouncing around exercising to the dvd. He stopped at first since he know my mother was at work and that we lived alone so it took him a few looks to realize what and who he was seeing. Quickly he pulled out his smart phone a snapped a few pictured and even a short video of me.