Her captor, who seemed to be an Arab by his dress, seemed to agree with his young victim, for he could not resist feeling the firm globes with his coa...se hands. He went to the wall, which was hung with straps, chains, harnesses, and various instruments of chastisement unknown to the young American girl, and brought back a thin leather harness. Carefully he draped this round her breasts, crossing over the shoulder straps at her back, and securing them tightly to the cross strap that went under. "Mike wanted a souvenir, Gary. Was that OK? I gave him my panties and my bra. He stuffed them in his pocket. Said he would fondle them on the way home thinking about me." She spoke in a slightly dazed manner."OK, it's OK, baby. You wanted him to have them? To have your panties, darling. You wanted him to sleep with the scent of you against his nose tonight?" YESS! Yes, I did. That's exactly what I wanted. Do you think he will?"I laughed at her naiveté. "Yes, darling, I think he will,. I saw Amma enter a bathroom and Prasad tried to lock the door, but the latch was broken ( You know Indian Railways lmao). Prasad was so horny that he started undressing with the door slightly open, Amma started laughing at how thirsty he was. I picked a spot outside the bathroom which gave me a proper view of whatever happened in the washroom. Prasad pounced on mom and opened her blouse and started mauling her boobs, he lifted her saree and petticoat, Amma had no panties on after yesterday’s. Both of us were creating a strange sound. Dad started to fuck me with long strokes, drawing his prick almost out of my pussy and then thrusting back down into me. Each time he bottomed out I could feel the head of his prick pushing into my cervix. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and gripped the cheeks of his butt in my hands and pulled him into me as I pushed my hips up to meet the downward thrusts of his hard prick. I had never felt anything so big or so deep in me. I could feel my pussy.