“Did you…..watch it?”“What? No! No way! Of course not!” he was lying of course. The movie case was new-ish but had obviously been bouncing a...ound back there.“Um, then where is the actual movie?” I opened the case and showed him it was empty. “Is it in the DVD player?” I quickly slipped to the sleeper compartment and before he could say or do anything I grabbed the remote and hit PLAY. The screen lit up, mid scene, of me getting plowed by two guys.“Sara, it’s…..it’s not what you think.”“Oh. What is it?”“Thank you Sir. It’s a sari; a long piece of cloth that I wind around myself. It wraps around my waist and then over my shoulder and I tuck it in at the waist. My blouse is called a choli and it is traditional too. Do you like it Sir?” Nirmala was delighted with his interest. Her sari covered her right to her ankles but exposed her entire tummy, belly button and all. Her skin was a pleasant smooth coffee color.Nirmala squealed when Jack handed her a pretty package tied with a bow.. .." I moaned, voice hiccuping from his hard strokes. And oooh, that skin slap. Here I came! I shrieked out loud, echoing through the shower room, my cunt spasming against his dick. This was too much for my man, he pulled out and shot it all over me, nothing but a low moan as he painted my body white with it's second load of cum. I looked up and saw four other naked men with big hard dicks in their hands, not believing their luck, and looking at me like the piece of meat that I was. "Let her. "Well, that's probably enough. Thank you, Mrs. Johnson, for your help," I said nervously smiling, walking towards the door.Mr. Johnson walked out from behind his desk and said, "Wait. Don't you owe my wife something?"Shocked I replied, "Oh, yes. How much do I owe you?" What the fuck? I didn't have any money with me."I believe she found your last payment agreeable, and enjoyable even," Mr. Johnson said calmly."Uhhh. I'm not sure what you are talking about," I stammered searching Mrs. Johnson's.