Wife pays for husband's sins (blckml,humiliation of innocent housewife)

[sam1981]

followed him to an area where people were gathered. When Mr. Ichiro approached, the people parted to give way. Mr. Ichiro led Jyoti through the mass of people. In the front were three Japanese men standing shoulder to shoulder.

Mr. Ichiro dropped Jyoti's hand and stood next to the three men. Jyoti felt overly self-conscious that she was naked and moved her hands and arms strategically over the front of her body in an attempt to cover as much of her nudity as possible.

Mr. Ichiro began speaking. Jyoti knew he was giving some sort of speech, but she didn't understand Japanese so she had no idea he was praising his top three performers. Jyoti knew the CEO was talking about the three men because he kept pointing to one or the other, causing an outburst of cheers from the crowd. Then everyone became silent as Mr. Ichiro continued. Jyoti felt uneasy because from time to time the entire group would look her way.

Jyoti was surprised to see the three men remove their shoes, pants and underwear. They looked ridiculous standing in their shirts and black socks with their dicks dangling for all to see. Mr. Ichiro crooked his finger at Jyoti and motioned for her to come to him. Begrudgingly, and with a great deal of apprehension, Jyoti took the few steps.

Pointing to the man at one end, Mr. Ichiro said to Jyoti, "You suck."

Jyoti walked to the Japanese man naked from the waist down and dropped to her knees. She felt everyone's eyes on her as she leaned forward and lifted the man's dick, then wrapped her lips around it. The man got hard and Jyoti sucked his cock to the best of her ability, swirling her tongue around it and bobbing her head. When she felt a tap on her shoulder Jyoti released the cock and looked back at Mr. Ichiro. Then Jyoti saw the man she had been sucking move and followed him with her eyes. Jyoti noticed for the first time a mat on the floor in front of the horseshoe of people. The man lied down on his back on the mat.

Mr. Ichiro pushed Jyoti's shoulder. She looked up at him and saw him nodding towards the second man.
"Suck too," was all he said.

Jyoti shifted to her right and put the second man's cock into her mouth. She sucked until he got hard and then Jyoti felt the tapping on her shoulder again. This time when she turned around Mr. Ichiro motioned for her to stand up. He then led Jyoti to the man lying on the mat who was gently fisting his cock, keeping it hard.

"You fuck him," Mr. Ichiro said.

Jyoti looked at the eyes of the audience. That's what they were, an audience. Jyoti was going to put on a show for them. An obscene show. Jyoti straddled the prone body and lowered herself to the man's crotch. She reached between her legs and found his hard cock. Jyoti shifted to get into position and pushed the head of the cock into her pussy. She sat down, sinking the cock into her. Jyoti began an up and down movement, getting her pussy acclimated to the cock.

Jyoti felt the hand on her shoulder again and knew it was Mr. Ichiro. She stopped fucking the man and looked up. Then she felt the man behind her before she saw him. Looking over her shoulder, Jyoti recognized the second man she had sucked. He was prying her ass-cheeks apart and then she felt the tip of his cock push against her anus.

"No, please no," Jyoti whispered to Mr. Ichiro.

She knew not to make a scene or embarrass the CEO in front of his employees, but she pleaded for him not to make her do this. But the only response Jyoti got was for the cock behind her to be slowly pushed into her asshole. The second man kept pushing until Jyoti felt his thighs against her buttocks. He was fully inside her ass. Jyoti also realized that when he pushed into her, her body moved down onto the cock in her pussy. She had two cocks completely inside her at the same time.

The prim and proper wife and mother of two was traumatized that such a thing was happening to her body. But Jyoti knew what was about to happen and waited for the two to begin fucking her, but they remained still. She was confused until Mr. Ichiro brought the third man over. He faced Jyoti, straddling the prone man.

"You suck," Mr. Ichiro said.

Jyoti couldn't move, so she just opened her mouth wide. The man took little steps until his cock bumped into Jyoti's face. Her hands were supporting her weight so Jyoti just opened her mouth wider, looking up at the man. He understood and grabbed his soft cock and guided it to Jyoti's mouth. She clamped her lips around the cock and began sucking and licking it. It stiffened and grew in her mouth which allowed Jyoti to bob her head.

When the man behind Jyoti saw his coworker was hard, he began rocking his hips back and forth. Jyoti was sucking a cock and getting fucked in the ass. But it didn't end there. The man underneath Jyoti felt the other man's cock moving through the thin membrane separating Jyoti's two holes and he began thrusting upwards. Jyoti had three cocks moving in and out of her three openings... and she knew dozens of people were watching.

The camera flashes were almost continuous as Jyoti serviced three men at the same time. She again wondered what would become of the photographs as her eyes glanced towards the onlookers. Jyoti was horrified when she saw the phones making videos. She was on her hands and knees like a dog, sitting on a cock, sucking another, while a third sawed in and out of her ass. Jyoti wasn't moving. She remained immobile like a fuck-doll while three hard cocks were being rammed in and out of her body. She gagged occasionally when the cock in her mouth went down her throat, and she grunted when the one in her ass pounded into her sore hole too violently. The man on the floor grabbed Jyoti's hanging tits and squeezed, pulling on her long nipples. Now she felt like a cow -- on all fours being milked. But no cow, or even a dog, ever endured the abuse and humiliation she was.

The man fucking Jyoti's ass began humping faster and then she felt his fingernails dig into her skin. He yelled something in Japanese that sounded like "bonsai" and then she felt his hot sperm shoot into her ass. The crowd yelled "bonsai" in unison. The man fucking her face grabbed Jyoti's head and really rammed his cock in and out of her throat. Once again she found herself choking, not being able to breathe. When he yelled "bonsai" Jyoti welcomed it, and then his sperm filled her mouth before she swallowed. The audience yelled "bonsai" as well. Jyoti was left on top of the prone man. She now had the freedom to move and wanted it to be over with as soon as possible so she straightened up and began bouncing up and down on his cock. Some of the excess sperm in her mouth spilled over her bottom lip and chin onto her breasts. Jyoti must have looked like a sex starved nymphomaniac as her hair flapped around and her breasts bounced. The cameras captured it all. Finally, the man under Jyoti cried out, "Oh shit. Bonsai!" which was followed by a loud "bonsai" from the crowd and then applause. Jyoti waited for the man's dick to stop spurting and then climbed off him. She collapsed onto the floor exhausted.

People gathered all around Jyoti, slapping the three men on the backs and congratulating them in Japanese. Jyoti just lay there, ashamed and sore.

[sam1981]

When the commotion subsided, men all around Jyoti began shedding their clothes. One grabbed her legs and lifted them until her knees were pressed against her chest. The man then leaned on the backs of her legs to hold her locked that way, and then pushed his cock into her ass. Jyoti cried out when the much larger cock than the others entered her asshole.
Although Jyoti knew she wasn't supposed to object to anything, getting ass-fucked in this position by a large cock was too much for her. But every time she opened her mouth to ask the man to stop, he thrust into her which resulted in the air being knocked out of her. The only thing that saved Jyoti was the intensity of the fuck. The man was ramming his cock in and out of her ass so fast that he didn't last long. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Jyoti, but was no more than 10 minutes, the man filled her ass with his sperm.

After the man pulled out and moved away, Jyoti's legs fell to the floor like sawed down trees. She was just catching her breath when she felt her legs being raised and pushed back again, lifting her ass off the floor. But this time someone behind her lifted her head and pushed it so that her chin dug into her chest. Her legs were pulled apart and Jyoti saw the man kneeling, just before the phone flash temporarily blinded her. Someone had taken a picture of her -- of her asshole, widened from the recent fuck and oozing sperm, and her face looking through her legs.

Before the white sparkling lights in Jyoti's eyesight stopped twinkling, another man pushed his cock into Jyoti's pussy. By now Jyoti was out of it, just laying there while the man fucked her. She tried to see his face, but it wasn't in focus. The gangbang was having an effect on Jyoti. Her head fell to the side where she saw several men jerking off. Jyoti thought that was odd since she was available to them.

The man fucking Jyoti came and another took his place, but Jyoti didn't even bother to look up. She kept staring at the group of men jerking off and putting their discharges in the glass bowl. By the time the third man pushed his cock into her pussy, the bowl was almost full. Jyoti's befuddled brain thought it was a stupid game. She wondered why they'd prefer to use their own hand when she was available. "The Japanese sure are weird," Jyoti thought.

When the current man fucking Jyoti came and pulled out, Jyoti kept her legs spread wide expecting another cock to be thrust into her. But all she felt between her legs was cool air. Someone kicked Jyoti in the side of her head with their knee so she lazily turned to face it. She saw another man jerking off, this one on his knees right next to her. Then she saw the white rope of sperm fly her way. It splashed across her nose and then another landed on her cheek... and then another and another. All the while phone flashes were going off.

When the man stopped cumming and shooting his sperm all over Jyoti's face she turned back to the group of men who had been jerking off. A man was walking towards her, carrying the bowl of sperm. Jyoti felt someone grab her from behind, under her armpits, and pull her. Her legs finally came together as she was dragged on the floor until Jyoti was propped against the wall in a sitting position.

Jyoti looked at the people standing around her, her mind confused and not functioning on all cylinders. The men were jerking off. There were dozens of them, and they were all fisting their cocks. Then the man knelt next to Jyoti and brought the glass bowl to Jyoti's lips. Bewildered, Jyoti automatically parted her lips. When the glass was pressed to her now open mouth, Jyoti tilted her head back. It wasn't until a large amount of slimy sperm spilled into her mouth and she swallowed that Jyoti realized what she was drinking. Jyoti immediately clamped her lips together and turned her head.

"Please, must drink," the man said in her best English. "Mr. Ichiro get angry. Please drink."

Jyoti stared at the man, looking for an ally. But all she saw in the heavily made up face were nervous eyes pleading with her to drink. Jyoti looked around noticing the phone flashes as well as men still jerking off. She felt like she was in an obscene nightmare. She couldn't drink all that sperm. She just couldn't. But Mr. Misra' words rang in her head. He had told Jyoti that she always said that, but in the end did it. She had come too far to stop now. If she did it would have all been for naught.

Jyoti relaxed her lips and opened her mouth slightly. The man tilted the glass bowl and Jyoti felt the sperm slide across her tongue. She choked at the thought of what was entering her mouth, but didn't vomit like she thought she would. Jyoti's mouth rapidly filled so she swallowed. To do so, Jyoti's mouth closed but the sperm kept flowing and spilled over her chin and onto her breasts. Jyoti opened her mouth again and accepted more of the foul tasting liquid. Jyoti kept swallowing and swallowing, thinking the bowl would never empty. Her belly was full and she was nauseous. But Jyoti kept drinking the sperm. All the while people were taking pictures of her humiliating act. When Jyoti's head was tilted far back, she finally felt the bowl leave her lips. The man held the bowl a little away from Jyoti's mouth, letting the last of the sperm spill onto Jyoti's face.

Relieved the glass had been removed, Jyoti sighed, but then she caught sight of the man standing above her. He was frantically jerking off. Then his cock erupted, showering Jyoti with his fresh sperm. Again the phone flashes were going off continuously. Another man stepped next to Jyoti and spilled his seed on her face as well. When the first man moved away he was replaced by two more, and then man after man jerked off over Jyoti's body. By the time all the men had climaxed, Jyoti was covered in sperm. Sperm was hanging in long strings from her jaw, chin, ears, nipples, and arms. Her hair was caked in it. One of Jyoti's eyes was closed, the eye socket filled with sperm. Every time she inhaled, sperm was sucked into her nostrils causing her to choke so Jyoti began breathing from her mouth. That, of course, allowed more sperm into her mouth which she unavoidably swallowed. Jyoti estimated that hundreds of pictures had been taken of her drinking and getting splattered with sperm. The sexually naive woman didn't know about bukkake, although she just experienced it firsthand, but had heard disgusting sex pictures were all over the internet and just knew some of those taken that night would end up on internet sites.

Jyoti found herself sitting against a wall covered in sperm. All the people wandered off to continue with their party. The "entertainment" was complete and no one even bothered to assist the dumbstruck woman on the floor. Jyoti just sat there, feeling the sperm slide over her body and then cake up. She didn't move until the chauffer who had brought her to the party stood over her. She looked up at him through one eye and he tossed a towel onto her chest. Jyoti wiped her sperm-filled eye first and then her face. She wiped her chest and then the rest of her body. Then Jyoti placed the towel, which now was soaked with sperm, on her head and rubbed her hair as if she had just washed it. Finally, Jyoti used the towel to rub between her legs, even turning onto her side to wipe her ass. It embarrassed her to do that in front of the chauffer, but she didn't have a choice. Jyoti held her hand out for the chauffer to help her up, but he pulled back not wanting to touch her. With a great deal of difficulty, Jyoti managed to get to her feet.

Jyoti looked around in a daze and wandered through the large room looking for her clothes. She was walking very slowly and bowlegged. Her body had a sheen of sperm all over it and people ignored her as she walked past them, except for the occasional picture taker.

Jyoti put clothes. They were both filthy from lying on the floor and people stepping on them. Once dressed, Jyoti followed the chauffer out of the room.

The chauffer stopped at the main exit. Jyoti automatically stopped too since the chauffer was leading her. She looked at him and waited for him to get her out of the nightmare she had spent many hours in. Jyoti watched as if in slow motion as the chauffer pulled his zipper down. Before he even fished his cock out, Jyoti was on her knees waiting for it. She didn't even think to protest. Jyoti stuffed the chauffer's cock into her mouth and sucked it until he also erupted. Jyoti swallowed it all.

The chauffer walked out with Jyoti trailing behind. Once again he assumed the subservient role and opened the door, closing it after Jyoti settled in the back seat. They drove in silence, Jyoti sore and humiliated.

When they arrived at Jyoti's house the chauffer once again opened the door for her. Jyoti was hesitant to step outside. Her skin was still caked in sperm, her hair was sticky with it, and her clothes were filthy. But Jyoti didn't have anywhere else to go so she got out of the limo and went into her house.

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[sam1981]

Jyoti unlocked the door and quietly stepped inside. Using both hands to close the door gently, Jyoti caught her breath when she heard the click, but there were no other sounds within the house. Jyoti tiptoed towards her bedroom.

"Mom, I didn't hear you come ho..." Disha said coming out of the kitchen. "Oh-my-god, what happened to you?"

Jyoti froze. Her daughter was looking at her in disbelief. Jyoti had to think fast, but her brain wasn't working. She was still dazed by all that had happened. Jyoti just dumbly stared back.

"Mom, what happened? Are you all right? Were you in an accident? Should I call the doctor?"

The last question brought Jyoti out of her stupor. She couldn't have a doctor examine her. He would know she had sex in both her pussy and ass. He would probably know more than that as well.

"I-I did have an accident. Well, not really an accident," Jyoti corrected her lie thinking that would require a doctor. "You see, well, I, um... Disha, you wouldn't believe what happened."

Jyoti was stalling.

"Please Mom, tell me."

Disha thought for a while and then said, "I fell. I fell into a big hole. It was a construction site. Yeah, and I fell and got all dirty."

"But Mom, what's all that stuff in your hair and everywhere?"
Jyoti froze again, but now found lying to her daughter easier. "Some boys threw eggs at me. They thought it was funny. I was climbing out of the hole and they saw me. They had grocery bags so I guess they were doing shopping for their mothers. Well, they took the eggs out of the bag and began throwing them at me. I couldn't do anything. When they were out of eggs they ran away."

"Damn boys," Disha said. "Just like them to do something stupid like that. Are you hurt?"

"No, just upset and real dirty. I need to wash up. I feel awful."

"Yeah, I bet. Can I help?"

"No, but thanks."

"Mom, why are you walking funny?"

Jyoti's ass and pussy were still sore from the abuse they had received. "I pulled something in my leg
when I fell."

"Oh. Are you sure you don't need a doctor?"

"No, just a hot bath."

Jyoti continued walking to her bedroom. She felt her daughter's eyes on her, but thought Disha had believed her farfetched story. Jyoti ran her bath and undressed in the bathroom. She climbed into the bathtub and soaked.

Of course Disha told her father about the "accident" and the egg throwing prank. Ajay was very sympathetic and held Jyoti all night while they watched TV. Later, when they were in bed, he continued to hold her and the contact caused him to get an erection. He wanted to fuck his wife so he pulled her hand to his hard-on and moved his between her legs. Jyoti flinched when his fingers entered her sore pussy.

Ajay jerked his hand away and was about to ask Jyoti what was wrong. She knew what he was going to ask and also knew she couldn't allow him to touch her there or enter her without grimacing. Thinking fast, Jyoti leaned over and wrapped her lips around her husband's cock. It was the first time she had ever done that to him and he didn't complain. Ajay immediately forgot about his wife's earlier reaction to his touch and just fell onto his back, savoring the moment.

Jyoti's tongue swirled around her husband's cock while she moved her head up and down. By now she was a good cock sucker and knew what to do. Jyoti held Ajay's cock in her hand while her mouth and tongue attacked the sensitive head. Soon Ajay's hips were bucking, trying to move his cock between the lips pressed around it. Jyoti gagged a few times, but Ajay didn't stop, that is not until he climaxed. Without warning, Ajay filled his wife's mouth with his sperm. Jyoti automatically swallowed it, just like she had been trained.

"Jyoti, I'm sorry I came," Ajay apologized when he realized what happened. "I'm so sorry, I should have warned you."

"It's okay," Jyoti said, licking her lips to get the few drops that dripped from her mouth. "I didn't mind."

"You didn't? Wow! Why'd you do it?"

"Are you sorry I did?"

"No! Oh no! I loved it. It's just that... well, you never did before. You never wanted to. What changed your mind?"

Jyoti had to think fast. "I guess I liked the way you held me tonight. I really needed it and you were there for me. I wanted to do something nice to you."

"You sure did. I loved it. Do you want me to do you?"

"Ajay, I'm so tired and sore. I really just want to go to sleep."

"Okay, I understand." Ajay kissed his wife on the forehead and watched her turn onto her side, facing away from him. "Thanks Jyoti."

Jyoti mumbled a "you're welcome" and fell asleep -- humiliated, exhausted, sore, and with the taste of her husband's sperm in her mouth. Ajay, on the other hand, lay awake with a huge smile on his face. He stared up into the darkness thanking God for whatever had changed his wife.

The next night at dinner Ajay informed his family that he would be leaving the next morning on a two week business trip. He had never been away that long and all showed their surprise. They would have been more shocked if they knew why Mr. Misra was sending Ajay away.

[sam1981]

The next day Ajay left. One day later- when Jyoti answered the door she wasn't surprised to see Mr. Misra standing there. Nowadays, she always expected the worse... and Mr. Misra was "the worse." However, she was surprised to see him carrying a large sports bag. Mr. Misra didn't bother to wait for an invitation and pushed his way into the house. Jyoti closed the door and followed Mr. Misra. When he entered her bedroom he placed the sports bag on the floor. He saw Jyoti staring at it.

"I'm going to be staying for a few days," Mr. Misra said matter-of-factly.

"What? You can't. My kids."

"When they're home I'll be out of sight."

"But your work? Your wife?"

"The company will run without me... and my wife will be fine."

Jyoti was flabbergasted. She didn't know what to say. It was insane to have him in her house while her children were home. She had to put her foot down even if it meant that Ajay would go to jail and they'd have financial problems. This was going too far. She couldn't have her children involved.

"Mr. Misra, please leave my house immediately," Jyoti said with less conviction than she tried to make it sound.

Mr. Misra ignored Jyoti and picked up his sports bag, dropping it on her bed. He pulled out his phone, played a videao and showed it to Jyoti. Jyoti stared dumbly at the screen and then caught her breath, her hand covering her mouth. She saw herself on the screen.

"I have many cameras in my office," Mr. Misra said. "After some editing, it made for a very nice video."

The nightmare of the day in Mr. Misra' office came back to her as the video played. When she watched herself climb under Mr. Misra' desk and blow him, and then watched her husband come into the office and sit down, her knees went weak and she collapsed onto the bed.

"I don't think we have to watch the entire video..." Mr. Misra said, "unless you want to."

"NO! Turn it off."

Mr. Misra stopped the video and played another one. She was shocked when she saw being triple teamed at the party.

"It gets real good later," Mr. Misra said chuckling. "But I guess you already know that. I have photos too. Mr. Ichiro was very happy to give me them as a thank you."

"What would your children think of their mother when they see these vidoes?" Mr. Misra asked.

"My god! NO! You wouldn't. You couldn't. For god's sake, they must never see them!"

"What do you want?" Jyoti asked meekly.

"You know what I want."

Defeated, Jyoti's shoulders slumped and she hung her head. "Okay, you win."

"Good. Show me your daughter's bedroom."

"What?! Why do you want to see Disha's room?" Jyoti cried out as only a shocked, protective mother could.

"Just take me there."

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[sam1981]

Sorry, working on it, update in a few hours

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[sam1981]

"Good. Show me your daughter's bedroom."

"What?! Why do you want to see Disha's room?" Jyoti cried out as only a shocked, protective mother could.

"Just take me there."

Jyoti's shoulders slumped again, but she led Mr. Misra to her daughter's bedroom. He looked around with a smug expression and then opened the closet door looking inside. After glancing back into the room and then the inside of the closet again, Mr. Misra quietly closed the door. He walked around the room like he owned it, picking up a stuffed animal here and a framed photograph there. But when he opened Disha's dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of panties, Jyoti gasped.

"Please don't touch those," Jyoti pleaded.

In response, Mr. Misra lifted the panties to his face and sniffed loudly. His eyes were on Jyoti the whole time.

"Did you ever catch your son smelling your panties again?" Mr. Misra asked taking a louder sniff.

"No! Definitely not! I don't know why he did that, but I'm sure it was a one time thing."

"Hmmm, we'll see."

Misra rummaged through Disha's panties some more, pulling out the ones that caught his fancy. Then he looked at her bras, checking the label for the size. Jyoti felt like her daughter was being violated. The man she had grown to hate was touching her daughter's underwear. Mr. Misra opened the next drawer which was filled with normal clothes, but he pushed his hand down into the clothing anyway, and then he did the same with the next drawer. When he opened the bottom drawer it was filled with sweaters. Mr. Misra pushed his hand inside like he had done in the others and moved it around. Then he smiled at Jyoti.

"Is your daughter sexually active?" Mr. Misra asked.

"What? I don't know," Jyoti blurted out. Then more hesitantly she said, "We, um, never discussed it. She dates, but... I don't think she's..."

Mr. Misra pulled his hand out of the bottom of Disha's sweater drawer holding a dildo. Jyoti stopped talking and her eyes got real big. Mr. Misra smiled knowing that Jyoti didn't know of her daughter's toy. He held it under his nose and inhaled.

"She's a nice young thing," Mr. Misra said. "Here, take a whiff." Mr. Misra held the dildo out but Jyoti jumped back. "I said smell it!" he said with much more authority.

Jyoti stepped up to Mr. Misra and leaned forward with her nose just over the dildo he was holding out. She wrinkled her nose at the odor.

"Lick it," Mr. Misra said.

"Please, why are you making me do such disgusting things?"
"Because I can. Now lick it." Jyoti flicked her tongue across the dildo. "Now suck it like a cock." Jyoti put the dildo in her mouth. "That's right, suck it good. Use your tongue and taste your daughter's cunt. Think about where that plastic thing has been while you suck it clean. Now bob your head... you know, like you suck cock. Yeah, drag your lips and tongue all over it. Can you taste her cunt? I bet you do."

Jyoti stood in Disha's bedroom sucking her daughter's dildo. Mr. Misra was right, she did taste her daughter. Every time Mr. Misra reminded her where the dildo had been she felt nauseous. Jyoti was sucking her daughter's dried pussy juices from the sex toy.

"That's enough," Mr. Misra said. Jyoti immediately yanked the dildo from her mouth. It was slick with her saliva. "Now use it."

Jyoti's eyes widened again, but she didn't bother to argue. She knew it was useless. Jyoti took her pants and underwear off and sat on her daughter's bed. She spread her legs and inserted the dildo into her pussy. Again Jyoti thought about where the dildo had been. It had been inside her daughter's pussy and now it was inside hers. Jyoti began sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy. She felt her pussy moisten and coat the dildo. She tried not to think about it, but her mind kept picturing her daughter's pussy getting wet around the dildo. It was the same wetness that had dried on the plastic, after who knows how many uses, that Jyoti had licked clean.

Mr. Misra returned to Disha's dresser. He opened the top drawer and retrieved a pair of green panties. He pulled his cock out and wrapped the panties around it, making sure the inside of the crotch was on his cock. Then he jerked off.

Jyoti watched as her daughter's clean panties were being rubbed on Mr. Misra' cock. Just the thought of her young daughter's pussy against something that had touched the evil man's cock made her sick. Mr. Misra carefully folded the green panties he had used and then replaced them in the drawer. Then, with his hard cock still jutting from his pants, Mr. Misra continued to investigate the room. After Mr. Misra went through all of Disha's belongings he replaced the dildo back to its hiding place in the bottom of her sweater drawer.

Take me to your son's room now