I kept up the pumping action, driving my cock in and out of her butt hole.Priya went behind me and reached between my legs. As she kissed my neck and ...shoulder and reached round to rub my chest, her other hand moved between my legs, her fingers having traced there way down along my ass crack, to cup my swinging balls. “Come on bro” she said “take your pleasure and fuck that whore’s ass hard. Fill her up with your spunk.”My pace increased to the approval of both women. Sita panted and squealed as. He took a breath, finding the remains of his dignity. Enough to stand straight, yet not defiantly so. It was not an easy feat, standing butt naked in front of a sales stall, but he felt he was making a valiant effort. At least he wasn't cold under that scorching sun. The canopy above kept him from getting burned by it, but nothing kept the dry air from getting to his throat. They were given a scant amount of food and drink, the slaves. Only what was strictly necessary.The large market place was. She looked stunning. She was wearing a black saree. Her hair was not tied, and she had her heels on. She looked a bit older than me. Maybe 30 or 35, not more than that.Since the bus stop was empty, she looked at me and smiled. She had this amazing smile. She asked: Has the bus for Umarpur left?I replied: No, it will arrive in a minute or so.I ended the conversation with a smile. She smiled back too. We spent about 15 minutes waiting there, but no bus came. She was getting tense. I could feel. Brianna was a completely changed person. All of her bitchiness had been drained out of her and instead of threatening to kick the balls off of any man who dared to touch her daughters, she now set about encouraging them to be especially nice to those nasty men, no matter what they wanted.“You know what we got to do girls if we want to stay out of that God awful pain room. Hands up. Anybody want any more of that?”Both of her girls began shaking, solemnly shook their head and eyed their mother.