"Getting your thrills from listening to us fuck?" Shit!" Brittney said under her breath. "No, I'm not!" she called back to Holly, completely flustered..."Uh huh, I bet. Fuckin' perv. Go find your own cock," Holly shouted back at Brittney."Damn it," Brittney cursed under her breath. The mood broken, she retreated back to her bed and buried her head under her pillow. Though she could still hear the occasional shriek from the next room, she eventually fell into a restless sleep, still horny and. I was thinking of quickly telling him NO and leaving, when the door opened and all thoughts of rejecting his proposal vanished. Standing before me with a questioning look was one sexy woman. Rahul introduced her as Pinky his wife. When he said that I am Amit she recognized me and warmly invited me inside.Pinky was too sexy. She was a typical punjaban, buxom and earthy good looks. While she was not Aishwarya she oozed oomph. She looked and moved like a sex goddess. Fair, medium height, with full. To be accepted, I had to take the brand and be proud of the brand. I also had to be proud of my branded cunt. I thought they were nuts, but I ended up doing as they suggested and felt like a total idiot the whole time I stood there proudly showing those delinquents my most intimate anatomy, a part they called cunt. It wasn't showing my cunt that made me feel like an idiot. It was knowing what message I was sending.That message was actually several:It is okay to treat a woman that way.It is okay. Her thoughts began to drift while she was enjoying the cock sliding in her fingers and her son was playing with her big melons. Son, don't just play with them with your hands; shove your fat cock in there! You need to do that immediately. Tiger, be a good boy and fuck your mommy's big tits. Do it now!But she didn't share what she was thinking. She merely smiled benignly and said, "I must admit, I've been fighting it, but now I'm so glad about your treatment needs. It's the best thing that's.