Disha wore a sleeveless shiny silvery top that fit loose on her chest that showed some cleavage. She didn’t have the big boobs of her mother yet. On... that, she wore blue jeans mini skirt with pink high heels. Her milk-white legs were completely exposed as she walked close to us. I didn’t say it but she was looking like this, “Disha is destined to be fucked tonight and I would gladly join that party.”​“Look who is here”, chachiji said.​She looked at me saying, “Oh, hi! Rishi… bhaiya.”​“Disha!”. "Stand still or you'll get 20 extra!" I said sharply. I moved to better my angle after she moved and gave her another quick one to match the first one on her other side. She screamed into the ball as she had on the first one, but she did not try to walk this time. I began a rhythm, smacking her ass, her back and her thighs. After 30 lashes on her back side I moved to the front of her. Her tears had soaked her cheeks from under the blindfold, drool ran down her chin and had spilled down the. ” Mitsumi produced a tampon and pushed it deep into Mary. “That will dry you up a bit.” she said, “Now you can look inside me. The speculum is on the table, next to the torch.” Mary picked them up and Mitsumi spread her legs ready for her. “Let me help you.” she said as she guided Mary’s hands pushing the speculum right inside her. “Now, you need to fasten the clip, and turn the screw so that it opens me up.” Mary did as she was told. It looked as though Mitsumi was being split in two as the. This protected her Id and boosted her ego without the moral constraints of the superego. The guilt she felt from her frequent masturbation and the shameful way her body responded to the fondling fingers of her abusive uncle made her unsure and fearful of her sexuality. It made her a fucked up cock teasing spoiled rotten lesbian submissive. With an itch that not even dope could scratch.Now she has the responsibilities of parenthood. And I give her the sexual satisfaction she had been missing..