We got in by using his father’s cell phone records and looking at the phone numbers that ceased calling after you did your thing with 515.”“Then...we pulled the phone records, the entire contact list and all texts. There were four phones on that account; the mayor, his wife - we think because it is only used to call the mayor - Dagar and a younger by a year son, Diya. We are assuming Dagar’s, because went it dead; no calls answered or called out after Thursday.”“There were a lot of calls between. She was in mood so it starts to lubricate. Seeing this my uncle tongue automatically starts to lick my mom juice. My mom shouting like anything and he hold my uncles head with his leg itself.My uncle licking interestingly like licking the ice cream. Now he know its time to enter into her. He removed his vetti and briefs his cock is standing 90 degrees position. He give one stroke in her vagina. His cock enter into her vagina. She cried aloud aahh.. Ahh.. He again starts to remove from my moms. Her wrists were still bound behind her back and cinched to a rope harness that looped behind the back of her neck and around her shoulders. She had tried squirming out of her bindings, but they held tight. She was helpless until he let her go.He eased the ball behind her teeth and brushed her long black hair aside. Bending her over, she felt him pull the straps to the gag tight as he buckled it into place.Jeffery grabbed the end of her lead and stood up, giving a slight pull on her leash to. “Yes, mistress”, both Anjan and I sheepishly grinned and said.Janani watched us, still bottomless, as we collected our now scattered clothes. “Help each other wear your clothes, don’t wear it by yourself, my cuntslaves”, Janani giggled and blew airkisses at us. We giggled back, “yes, mistress” and helped each other wear our clothes, using this as an excuse to do plenty of groping and kissing. Once we were done, “Now come help me change”, Janani said. Before Anjan could, I ran and kept my mouth.