He’ll be gentle like he always is when he fucks our ass.”Dan placed her on her hands and knees and poured some lube on her ass crack and his cock.... He moved up to her ass, smoothing a hand over its soft roundness. “Fuck, do you ever have a nice looking ass!” he admired, smoothing his hands over the round, firm surface.“My ass is and will now always belong to you and not even John,” she said moving it side to side.“Wow, you won’t even let your own husband fuck your ass?” Wendy asked.“No, my ass. She checked the packet. It had the logo ‘Enchanted’ in fancy design.Mumtaz took out the neatly packed blouse. It was made of cotton and greyish in color. The blouse was lighter in color than the black saree. It was a sleeveless blouse, and Mumtaz slid it into her breast region through her fleshy arms. Her armpits were clean and milky like her belly.She always was cautious about her cleanliness. Waxed and neat as always. Mumtaz tied the blouse at her back and locked the hooks. The blouse had. The panic was rising within him as another whistle pierced the night, the sound making his heartrate spike. No, no he couldn’t be stuck here. He had to get out.There was another exit down the hallway, past a few stores. But towards the whistling. He stood clouting the door for a moment longer, steeling himself to make it to the next door. It bothered him how loud his footsteps felt in the stillness. He froze just beyond the final chairs of the cafe— it was silent. Where was the whistling? He. Anatoli grunted. “These two bitches are going to be fun to play with. Let’s let them rest for the rest of the evening. I was going to suggest we torture their pussies tomorrow. Clit rings in both of them? Some wax torture on their pussies, perhaps in their asses too?”Karzec nodded. “I like the direction of your thinking. Absolutely. We can decide later whether to use them for snuff videos or sell their cute asses to some high-brow buyers, I suppose. We’ll postpone the rape party until tomorrow.