I was about to be his, and he not only wanted me to know it, he wanted me to admit it."Maybe that’s true,” he said, “but you haven’t asked me ...to let you go, have you? Now, be honest, admit you want it rough. I know you do. That's why you came here, isn't it? Not for what I can do for you. No, you came here for what I can do to you. Say it, or I swear I'll leave you here and you can go back to your silly boys and plastic toys."His words echoed in my mind, pounding away at my resistance and. He said,... as he turned to me... his chest rising fast. Michaels resistance was compromised once again, weakened by my invitational offerings. The silhouettes on the TV screen were deeply engaged, their passionate sounds of kissing and groping filled the room. Few Mothers could bear to remain in the same room listening to the sounds we were hearing, the sounds of him ravishing his mother,... now screwing her in the back seat,... her nails digging into his back. There was no doubt what. Since it was my first day, nobody expected me to prepare breakfast. We joined Tara and two more guests on breakfast table. Rest of the people had done it earlier. I sat next to Sanjay. Tara came and sat next chair to me. He slightly kicked my leg under the table and naughtily asked me, “Bhabhi, did you get a good sleep?” I said ‘yes’ but then he wasn’t ready to believe me and laughed naughtily as if she was telling me – ‘I listened to all those moans of yours while my brother was fucking you. He held me tight and moved his face in close, his breath on my skin, "You want me?" he said."Not really..." I said, backing out, contemplating whether I did want him to satisfy my horniness..."You do" he replied, his hands searching my body feeling my curves, when I decided"No, I'd rather not. Not right now, you've got over excited by what was on TV, and I was only teasing you a little when I touched your cock, I didn't mean for us to get so carried away, I'd rather not"He let me go, and backed.