Mai us ke bare me to batana bhul hi gaya. Us ka fir 34 30 36 hoga. White dress me mast lag rahi thi. Maine pucha- apne mere sawal ka ans nahi diya.She...replied- which question?I told- ap yaha kya karti hain ?She replied- ha ha ohh. Mai yeha job karti hoon.I said- hmm cool me 2.After that wo boli ap ka nam kya hai. Mai bola Ramveer wo boli nice name, I am Riya .I said your name is as beautiful as you are. She laughed and said maska mar rahe ho. Mai muskara kar bola thik hai bahot kharab nam hai. It occurred that I could have fought then, if I'd had the mind to. With the collar not being pulled, and my hands somewhat free, I could probably make an escape. I probably could have; I hadn't, and now the chance had certainly gone. She left me for a moment. Returned with coloured glass jars. She set them down on the floor, then spread the newspaper around and under my feet. She left again. I looked at the glass jars. They looked ornate rather than cosmetic. Again the fear of her foreign ways. As he said slut he pushed his long thick cock into sissy's boicunt making her scream and moan on the other guys cock. i watched for a while. these guys knew what they were doing, taking there time getting sissy loosened up but calling her a faggot, sissy, slut, bitch and whore the whole time. i stepped away into the bath room, it was time for the last surprise.I step out of the bathroom and start walking towards the bed. they've got sissy on her back legs up in the air head over the side of the. Sharon looked right at her older brother's semi-soft prick; Sean looked at her gaze and saw a strange look in her eyes; a look of hypnotic enthrallment and awe? Almost as if she knew that her brother would not be able to perform, she then moved towards her mother.Sean watched in fascination, almost not believing his eyes. He watched as his mom looked up at Sharon with a look of understanding. Without words being spoken, his sister gently pushed their back down on the bed. Sean just watched from.