“Gowri doesn’t understand why you’re a pussy boy.” “Please Amir, don’t—” I pleaded, using his formal Hardcore name since I did not have the privilege of using the nickname ‘Prem’ that his close friends and lovers had. “Shut up pussy boy. Drop your leggings!” he commanded with a firm stance standing next to his fiancé. Gowri looked resigned to what he wanted to do, but she also seemed to be curious, and she made no further actions to dissuade him from bullying me. She made no attempt to hide her grin when he called me pussy boy. There was no reason for this provocation, but with no sign of Kavita around, I had no choice but to go along. I shut off the water and lowered my leggings until they fell around my ankles. Prem grabbed the bottom of my churidar top and lifted it up to expose me in front of his fiancé. She saw me firsthand, wearing silky panties. It was more than a glance. She stared for more than a moment and even leaned forward slightly to take a closer look. Then Prem did the unthinkable. He reached over to my panties, inserted a finger along the top edge, and yanked them down to expose my penis. I felt ashamed. My penis had been tightly trapped inside the panties, and remained small and shriveled up in all the tension. Prem noted to her, “See Gowri, he’s like a little boy down there!” Exasperated, I sighed deeply, my face turning red, hoping that Gowri would stop staring. I took the opportunity to look down her blouse at the cleavage of her breasts, hoping to get a glimpse of her bra. I lingered just a moment too long. She noticed and straightened up her own blouse. “I understand now,” she replied to Prem firmly. Then Prem released my top and I pulled my panties and leggings up. He snapped his fingers and told me to get back to work as they ambled away. I got back to washing dishes, but I could see Gowri whispering something to Prem while looking at me with a mischievous smile, as if she were suggesting something to him. He looked toward me and nodded, then grabbed two asian small oranges from our fruit basket and walked over to me. He told me to turn toward him. He pulled the top of my churidar open and inserted the oranges into the breast area. He adjusted the oranges to position them exactly where a woman’s breasts would normally be. They filled up the churidar’s natural shape that had been empty and sagging until now. Gowri japanese stood away, snickering. This must have been her idea. ‘What a bitch she was,’ I thought to myself. Kavita came back a minute later as they all prepared to leave. I stayed in the kitchen. She was completely oblivious to my humiliation. It was as if nothing had happened. I could tell even from where I stood that she looked stunning as always, but particularly with her Western dress and lipstick and eye shadow on. She had changed into a very revealing black dress, that hugged her figure tightly. It had a deep V-shaped opening in the front, an open back with criss-cross lace up detail. The dress ended way above her knees. Gowri asked her, “Didi, you changed? That dress is to die for!” “Yes, the heel on the shoes for the red dress broke, so I had Hardcore Videos to wear anal something else.” She looked over at me, “Manu, I’m sorry to add one more thing to your list of things to do, but I need you to take my red high heels to get them fixed, okay? She looked down at it and opened her mouth just in time to receive his first spurt. The music was good and it wasn’t long before we were having a good time. I deposited a load into my mom’s japanese mouth, and then planned to get moving. You’ve got me as hot as a firecracker! “One of these days you’re gonna have to let me fuck you, just so I can see for myself the kind of treat your husband gets every day.” She had never even talked about doing anything like this before, and as Morris took her anal virginity his strokes got harder and harder until his balls were slapping her gaping pussy with every stroke. "I will do anything to ensure that you survive. Hardcore "Oh Cole, thank you for agreeing to this. She had not summoned a death god. Her legs were slightly apart and her gorgeous bald pussy was right in front of Steve’s face (he’d moved in close ready to catch her if she fell again). Our jaws both dropped simultaneously, our faces both asian red from obvious embarrassment. “Sticks and stones, right, anal and if that’s your summation, I offer no rebuttal.” It was so hot that he grabbed his shaft on instinct and squeezed it to his sister's gaze. The 5 of them watched either me or my images on the big display as I started getting tortured again. During our meal, we talked mostly about what we were going to do after college. "Most certainly he will demand a very steep price for the food and trust us to be too afraid of the wilds to return to the village. She squeezed my cock head several times with her throat muscles making a soft retching sound. That didn’t stop them from Hardcore Videos dreaming it could actually happen to them.