Her 32A breasts were small, but this facilitated the secret "game" she liked to play with the senior boys.Susan would frequently go braless with thong...panties under sundresses. The sundresses were cut low in the front and hung about four inches above her knees. Susan could sit on the top of her desk and allow the boys to see as much of her thong-covered cunt as she wanted.In addition, she occasionally would bend down and allow the two or three boys on the front row see her breasts hanging down.. "Good...now...don't try running again or killing anymore men...or you will be given no mercy and killed in the most horrific, slow manner possible.."I nod with a quiver of fear, thinking of how many Men chased after me, "Um yes, kajira." Now, let us go teach you how to properly clean and cook, slut." Over the next few weeks, I learned how to cook heavy, lean meats; well-grown, tasty vegetables; beautiful, unusual fruits; thick broths; and interesting condiments like 5 different colored sugars. I was wearing a short sleeve, buttoned up white shirt of light, transparent material, a white bra under it, which was showing clearly under the shirt, I had a couple of the top buttons unbuttoned, with my larger sized tits, lots cleavage was flashed to the bartender’s eyes, I also was wearing a black pair of formal type pants, in other words I wasn’t dressed slutty or anything like that, but my flirting and slutty laughing and talking was kind of inviting in a way.Another guy of a bout the same. He was really getting into it – he even spanked her tight ass a couple of times. “WHAT THE FUCK!”Rohit instinctively pulled his cock out and turned around. Mandira, his mom, also sat up and looked around with her panties still in her mouth.There at the doorway, they saw the source of the shriek: it was the bride’s younger sister, Jhanvi. She bolted out of the room after a moment.“Fuck!”, Mandira said, rapidly getting up to dress herself, “fuck!”“Okay, relax”“What the fuck do you mean, relax!.