He's done something. I just knew it. "I was thinking…. If you'd pay 25 grand to save your whore, you'dsurely pay at least twice that to keep your wi...e and daughter safe" the chubbybald man who called himself Mr G. had said, smugly clucking to himself andpuffing lazily on a $30 Cuban cigar. I had to control myself from throttling the little tyrant. We were in a publicplace, after all. "What's the point, you slimeball?" I said, drawing the ire of the gangster'stwo big goons, who sat on either. Soniya who was my primary focus looked petite and can pass for someone in her mid-twenties. She had a fulsome figure with well rounded ass and breasts worth drooling and staring at whole day long. She had this searching look and did not waver or feel shy in front of me which to me is a good sign. She spoke good Hindi and English and we all met the second evening at my place as they were invited over dinner.While Vivek and I waited for dinner to be served, I came to know that he was in a big. My legs were shoulder width apart and the height of the copier was lifting me up on to my toes, heels in the air, my shaved pussy spread open for him. ‘Wider’. He barked. ‘Spread your legs for me’. I moved my feet further apart, still on tiptoes, opening my slit wider for him to see me properly. My weight was pushing my tits down onto the copier plate now, my nipples hard, pushing down against the glass. I heard a click and realised he’d pressed the copier button. A colour copy of my naked tits. The attachment was basically a twelve-inch long flexible, somewhat penile looking probe you stuck up your butt. The top three inches could emit a foamy soap or just water. I volunteered to try it first, having played with my butthole in the shower ever since having used the dildo on it that one night. While the pressure wasn’t that hard, it took some doing to get it up inside me. I wouldn’t say I loved it, but I didn’t hate it either.Suzi’s butt took a little more effort, mainly because she was.