I could not forget last night memory of them, lying on the floor whilst I came all over them. I wanted to run over there now and do the same again.Aft...er breakfast I returned to my bedroom and slept for another hour or so. Waking up at 10.45 I went and had a shower, to get ready for my party. I dressed in undies, a smart pair of shorts and a blood red polo shirt. I went to the lounge and waited for my friends. Mum and Dad were getting ready and sis was lounging in her room. I turned on the TV to. Thinking of this made her pussy dripping wet. She reached the Subway and hurried inside only to be greeted by a long line. She didn’t mind. She knew that her first task ever was at hand and she would be able to please her new master. This excited her far more than she had hoped and the task hadn’t even begun. She waited patiently and looked around the restaurant for any candidates, but there were no men with red shirts in sight. She slowly eased closer and closer to the counter, but made sure. It seems like this punishment will never end, and finally I drop to my knees, tears streaming down my face, and beg you, ?Cindy, PLEASE, you’ve beaten my, you’ve humiliated me, you’ve punished me, you’ve used me terribly, what ELSE do you want?? You grab my breasts and say, ?THESE!?. Then you slip around my kneeling body and push me hard so that I fall face down. You straddle my back, grasp my hair in one hand and my chin in the other and start to twist. A momentary will to live starts me. Suddenly, her mekhela (Assamese saree) caught fire and I was the first to go help her. None from my family knew about this and I pushed her to her house and in one shot, I pulled out her saree and started stamping it with my foot to put out the fire. While this was happening, both of us were unaware that she was standing half-naked in front of me.Suddenly, I looked at her and Assamese neighbour bhabhi was in her blouse and petticoat. I couldn’t stop but keep staring at her 32D boobs. They were.