We sat at the bar to wait for our table. We were served corn chips and salsa while we waited. The salsa was very hot and made us sweat. Joan would wip... the sweat from her chest, pulling the scoop neck further down. Sitting on a barstool let Joan discretely flash her bare mound at will. When the bartender took our drink orders, Joan bent over as if to hear him better. He got an eyeful of her tits. There was a dancer with castanets who was twirling around, her dress rose with every twirl. The. ” I obliged, watching him undo the button, and in one fluid motion, my pants were off, showing my plain briefs with a somewhat large bulge in the center. He rolled over onto his back and I whisked his pants off and threw them with his shirt into the corner. “Compression shorts? Really?” I exclaimed, regarding his choice of underwear. “What? I had to have some way of hiding my boner all day,” he said jokingly. I chuckled, crawling on top of him. I kissed him deeply, and he kissed back, wrapping. Her mind flashed back to the earlier talk about being sold and her mind filled again with pictures of her being displayed, used and made into a rich man's toy. She found the thoughts humiliating, frightening and exciting all at the same time. Her thoughts found more fuel as he began to talk again while pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. "Yeah, you'd be the star of the show for a few months there babydoll. Just by giving up that sweet body of yours. Then, of course, you'd have to start. When Rachna opened the door, Jay saw her terrified face.Jay: Sorry, aunty, for what you have to see. I was wrong to bring a girl home when you all were out.Rachna was listening quietly and thinking about what to say in such a situation. Jay was scared that Rachan might shout and tell this to everyone.Jay: Aunty, please don’t mention this to anyone. I don’t want to ruin my friendship with Parth and your family.Rachna: What were you doing with that girl?Jay got confused with the question. Rachna.