Her kisses were a bit more than sisterly, she would rub her body against me when nobody was looking and some of the clothes she wore were just too muc.... She knew what effect it had on me and she loved it. At the time of my divorce she was 19. One evening we had been to see a film. We’d had to queue to get in and it was a cold night. Under her coat she was wearing a black leather mini skirt and a white halter neck top with no bra. She also had on thigh length boots (these were all the rage at. I smiled a wicked grin. Oh well ... I shrugged. I put it between my pussy lips and slid my panties on and went downstairs to dinner.As I was setting the table the doorbell rang and I showed in my grandparents. My aunt and uncle were already there. I gave hugs and made small talk.We sat down to dinner and my Dad asked me something about my Trig class and I started to speak when suddenly the tiny vibrator started vibrating. I broke off in mid sentence, and gasped, but then I continued what I was. My parents also do not live in the village due to my father’s job. My father’s elder brother is the one who resides in the village to take care of our ancestral land. My village is not some fancy village as described in Bollywood movies or other stories. It’s a common northern Indian village without any river or lake or mountains (though have some ponds which I suppose were dug for irrigation purpose).After having breakfast and tea I decided to roam around the village and look for boys with. The rest of the prisoners remained in line forced to observe Richard’s punishment and humiliation. One guard shackled his wrists and attached the shackles to the wall in a bent over and spread-leg position. The other guard shoved a new enema bottle into his anus and squeezed the entire content inside him. To his surprise, she followed that bottle with two more. Richard was experiencing excruciating cramping pain as he struggled to hold the contents inside. As he was wincing in pain the other.