. Sonali bhabi boli itna dhoor kyu bhata ho mear pass aa oo. Mai sofa sa huta aur Sonali bhabi ka bagal mai ja betha. Sonali bhabi na skirt aur shirt ...phan raka tha.Mear lund pori thara khad ho gaya. Sonali bhabi ko meri tight jeens mai sa mera lund ka ubar saff saff dhik rah tha. Sonali bhabi boli jeens shyad phat ja a gi aur jor jor sa hass na lagi. Aur apna haat mera lund par rakh diya. Mai na turant Sonali bhabi ko apni baho mai bhar liay aur kiss kiay. Maina phala sonali bhabi ka neck par. The idea of not wearing a bra quite excited her, but she wasn’t going to give in quite that easily. ‘I can’t go without a bra, it won’t look right.’ ‘Put it on and see.’ So she put the top on and fastened it at the back of her neck. As she dropped her arms to her sides, she almost gasped in surprise. She looked so different! The cat was right about the top, with her firm 34C breasts it really did look good. The whole effect was stunning. ‘See. Told you so. You like the way you look don’t you?. "That's better. With that on dear, you have less of a chance of waking the c***dren. Better yet, we're going to the basement. I want you to explain calling me a tramp, especially after all me and the guys have done to protect you." My wife said in a huffy voice. It was obvious she was very upset.Daryl and Eric guided me toward the basement door basically lifting me up when I was slow to propel myself in that direction. Being that I was of much smaller stature than them, they easily picked. My mother might be mildly shocked, certainly, but that would hardly...Then it struck me — how slow I am. The pictures weren't taken to blackmail me. The one-line message explained their goal. The snapshots were meant for Myriam. It had been a "yah boo, sucks to you" action to hurt her — and I imagine it would be very effective in that regard.The message also told me it must have been true what Myriam had said — she was, indeed, Estelle's prisoner. She loved me. She was innocent. And I let her.