You obeyed. Because of the angles I could not see you work on yourself. But because the old man pulling your feet backward I had a good view and could... see your white buttocks, and the his dick penetrating your asshole. I was kind of exhausted. So horny. Thinking I wanted him to fuck you, hard.I could, again, for god knows how many times today, hear you start to make sounds…I saw he moved his hips, pushing as deep as he could, then slowly out…”yes….please….more…” He stopped with his head just. Beginning to sob, my wife’s cries echo through the room. Her tears run down her face, washing over Witkens feet. The servant continues to thrust into Margie, with no regard to himself or her. Emotionless, his cock pounds her pussy as if it is his duty to fulfill. Over and over, I hear their skin making that slapping sound which mingles with her sobbing sounds. After what must have been 10 minutes, the Queen signals another servant from a different door. He walks over and quietly stands behind. I dint directly attack any girls but only boys while all other boys went toward girls. I presented myself as a decent guy and tough guy to others. So my juniors felt like a good person and give me enough and more respect all the time.By the time I’ve noticed a girl who sings well. She is my heroine in this story, her name is Anu she is having a fair complexion but not a milk white girl and all. She is only a typical Malayli girl with medium color but I can tell you she is having the best figure. Both were in t shirt nd in jeans.i was also ii t shirt but i changed to short cargos after food. Sofia became very friendly to me. Our talks was about our eng early> then i said that i like the dressings of the eng girls most. Then swetha asked me did i like her dress> i told her i liked the dressings of both of them.both of them looked each other and smiled. Swetha was wearig a white t shirt ind her black bra was almost visible through it.As sge was a distant relative of mine there sas not.