She touched her breast and pressed her nipples , she was getting wet down below. She looked just as hot as she did in college. She turned around and l...ooked at her firm ass. She loved herself, she knew she was one of a kind. Harsh wouldn’t be back for another week and she was having some naughty ideas she didn’t want to let her body go to waste. She wanted someone to make her feel special she wanted to feel the attention she wanted to be used. Divya’s phone started ringing and it was harsh. I heard him grunt a few times as he came in my pussy. I didn't even feel his cum. I felt like I didn't even want his cum. I would like to be used as a cum dump but not a two minute cum dump. I want to be treated like a dirty girl.On Monday at work I tried to get some more information from the ladies that told me they had a massage before. None of them would say if they were fucked hard like I was. One younger girl eluded that she really enjoyed the full body part of the massage. I'm assuming. His cock was clean shaved, and I played with it in front of everyone. I was licking it all around, and he was beginning to get wet. I was sucking every drop of honey that dripped out of his hose. In the mean time, the other guys got hold of my sari, blouse and petticoat, and they got my hubby to wear it. I was getting more and more excited watching them humiliate my hubby like this. Sohail was asking me, “How do you sleep with him? He’s a coward. I bet you are happier with us than with him, I. And most importantly, he and his family lived in America where they owned several businesses. They had shifted there from Bhopal when Mayank was 10 years old.From Mayank and his family's perspective too, Divya was the ideal match. Although he had spent over half his life in America, Mayank was still very Indian at heart, and his family was very conservative. He knew that he wanted a wife from India, not one of the ABCD Indian women with a lot of attitude.Plus, although Mayank was good-looking,.