Ek shart par ham tujhe chod sakte hain.mere pati ne unse kaha mujhe har shart manjoor he.wo bole ham tere samne hi teri wife ko chodenge.I was again s...ocked.mere muh se nikla “nahi”.mere pati ne meri taraf dekha.aur unse bole “mujhe manjoor he”.lekin maine kaha “tumhe sharm nahi aati”.wo bole plz samjhne ki koshish karo.Unki bat sunkar me wahin sar pakad kar sofe par baith gayi.unme se ek ladka mere pas aakar baith gaya.me dar gayi.mera muh niche ki taref tha.doosra ladk amere samne akar khada. This was a reasonably priced dressshop, where Olivia designed her own dresses. Beth and I loved thequality of her dresses and figured this would be the best place to finda dress. She had some ready made and she would also design them foryou. Since I did not have the luxury of time I had to settle for aready made gown. I looked through the shop's windows and saw a few thatI liked. There was a beautiful midnight blue silk floor length gownthat I really liked and hoped was in my size. If I. " Gail suggested that perhaps it was time we leave the tub. I watched them as they left the tub and began to dry off. It was the first time I looked at their bodies. I noticed the differences and the similarities. Both were shaven. Both had the same tattoo on their shoulders, a scarab. That is where the similarities ended. Gail had smallish breasts and small nipples, long legs and no ass. Gina had full round breasts, her nipples were large and somewhat oval, her ass was a soft booty and her. She stood there blushing furiously and slowly unbuttoned her dress. As she did, one of the men asked, "Who do you belong to?" I ... I'm ... my father gave me to Mr. Carver yesterday so that he can train me." That lucky bastard! He owns more slaves than the rest of us combined and they just keep falling into his lap!"It didn't take long before she was standing there with her dress in her hand. The men looked her over and then explored with their hands, obviously loving how much she hated what.