The card game continued on as I went back into the bedroom to rest. It was an hour or so later when I heard my name being called. I slowly worked my w...y back out to the living room. “Your husband wants to win you back? He wants to play this game for you. If he wins you are free. If I win you will be fucked right here on the table in front of everybody.” I was told. It was all or nothing. I sure hope my husbands luck is better than last time. My husband only pulled a pair of two’s this time. The. It looked like he got distracted and that his breath caught in his throat. It thrilled me to see that in him.Then his hand was in mine, holding me tightly. His finger started to caress my wrist and it sent excited shivers up and down my arm. I couldn't stop the soft moan from escaping my lips."We should probably eat, since we're here," he said with a chuckle.We let go of each other's hands and started to eat. It was really tasty food and we had a good time. We continued chatting, our legs. Now the men sat with folded knees, roughly 3 feet away from each other. The senior Bakada girl placed the diya in the center of the men. Came from behind of the men and held their dark solid shoulders, one hand to each shoulder. She opened her legs again and fixed the diya's head to the entrance of her vagina. With tight grip on the men's shoulder she pushed her waist harsh and hard against the diya. Looked up and stared the sky. With a devilish smile on her face, she was using the sacred diya. Mina lied down upon the front room floor and began to rhythmically rub the insides of her thighs with her hands. Still on my knees, I traversed the carpet toward the Hindu whore and gave her yoni a kiss. Surprisingly, Mina’s meat sandwich tasted an awful lot like curry. After entertaining her clit for a few seconds, I hunched over the top of her body and prodded her gaping gash with my womb stretcher. Mina easily accepted my thick erection into her dong funnel and began issuing out moans in.