Mai jab unhe saaman de rahaa thaa tab aunty ne mera khadaa lund ko dekhaa. Aunty ne mujhe stare kiya.Or mujhe pataa chal gayaa ki aunty ne mera khadaa... lund dekh liyaa. Aunty ne puchaa kya dekh rahe ho. Mei dar gayaa or bola kuch nahi aunty. Aunty or meri mummy achi dost thi. So aunty ne mujhe dar aaya ki agar tum mujhe joldi se nahi bataaoge to mai tumhari mummy ko ye sab bataa dungi. Maine darr se or majboori ke awaaz mai aunty ko jawaab diyaa .Sorry aunty mai aapke boobs dekh rahaa thaa .Unhe. I should be brought back sunday evening, alive and with no permanentMarks. I was crying and they were happy. Around ten in the evening they wentBack home and took me with them. We walked for half an hour, me in myMini skirt and barefoot, until we found the house where they lived, anOld house far from the centre of the town. They brought me to theBasement, ordered me to undress, attached me to a table belly down andTold me i was going to be punished for disobeying my husband. Well for more than. But I knew without any doubt whatsoever, it was the "danger" part that she found truly exciting, stimulating, even if it scared her a little. That ... was a crucial aspect of the whole thing.I came downstairs early again, not even bothering to put much of anything on, just a simple pair of skimpy bikini panties as I strolled into the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of coffee. It was obvious she was waiting for me, sitting at the kitchen table. Though the look in her eyes told me, she was. I then went in and sat next to her, knowing she had two loads in her belly and cum on her breath.By now, several men were at the bar talking to each other and they kept looking over at us. I knew they were discussing my whore wife and I would honestly liked to have them fuck her right there in front of everybody. I told her that she was being looked at so she positioned her legs to the side, giving them a view of her pussy and since she doesn't wear panties anyway, I know they could see her.