But I guess it's the thought that counts. They wanted a show.It isn't like I had a choice. Besides, they had already seen my breasts and my pussy and ...y ass. I am pretty sure that the whole idea now was just to degrade me further.After a couple of turns on the tiny table I slid the top of my dress off of my shoulders and let it hang at my waist. The men all whistled and cheered, just like I expect they would at a real strip show. I danced for a few minutes with my breasts bared. Then I hooked. . thodi der aise hi chalta raha fir mene aapni mami ko kaha ki mami mera lund aapne muh me lijiye.to meri mami ne kaha ki nahi mene kabhi tere mama ka nahi liya aur mene kabhi aisa nahi kiya muje nahi achha lagta..to mene mami se kaha ki aap ek bar lijiye to sahi malay uski khaiye to sahi kitna maja aata hai aapko..to meri mami me mere lund k uper k supade ko thoda chata…boss kiya batau ustime kiya lag raha tha!!!fir mami ne dhire dhire mera lund ko pura chus ne lagi me mami k boob daba raha. .. or the time I accidentally walked in on my cousin watching a porno movie. I knew I had to follow their rules so they couldn't have a reason to not hand over my clothes, and I was willing to do anything. I slid my right hand down my body, beyond my navel, lower, lower, just past my tiny tuft of hair. I stroked my labia up and down, breathing heavy, allowing my chest to rise and fall while my left hand continued to fondle my nipple. Slowly I let my fingers find their way into the inner folds. .. didn’t even know existed.The driver said, “Pretty cool don’t you think?”I was too gob-smacked to respond. I felt strange, scared like I should say, “STOP THE CAR AND LET ME OUT.”He was obviously aware of my reaction, as if he expected it. He knew I was shocked and embarrassed, but he just continued by saying, “They’re new. It’s a new kind of business called pornography. I sell them to newsstands. Men go nuts over em and so do quite a few women. I bet you’ve never even thought of anything.