Don told us to face away from the camera on the bed, side-by-side, and he took the most suggestive and erotic shot he'd taken all evening -- the two o... us, on our knees, legs slightly spread, our two hairy pussies raised up and winking obscenely at the camera.God, I felt like I was going to come from the sheer excitement, without anyone's touching me. I know that if Tad had given me, at that moment, a half-dozen light tongue-licks on my swollen pussy, I'd have exploded in ten seconds. His large cock hurt, im not used to taking something that big. He said "stop running bitch" and i squirmed and said "i cant". He took his hand and slapped the side of my face really hard. he said "take it bitch" then slapped me again. i could feel the blood rushing to the slap and knew my skin was turning red. he slapped my ass the same way but with even more strength. like he was trying to hurt me. he didnt hold back. he pulled my hair again and pulled my face up to the window and began using. The ubiquitous humid and sweaty Mumbai, and the full burqa, which included the Naqab (face cover), added to my misery. Nevertheless, it didn’t waver my desperation to reach home quickly. I passed through the by-lanes of Madanpura while glancing at the street food joints spread across the lane. The temptation took over me for a second, to buy the delicious Shami Kebab and pau, but I decided against it, as I was determined to hurry back home.I sprinted through the narrow lanes, negotiating the. I went inside the room and searched for a panty. I don’t know why but I got interest in touching them and analysing them. One of the panties got my attention. It is a yellow panty and it has got a stain in it. I know it’s certainly not blood and through my vague understanding I thought it’s a female ejaculation. Oh My Gosh my sister must be wet wearing this panty or she must have been masturbating wearing it. The thought of it made me real hard. I passed the panties through the door.I was.