Adultery God Save The Devil by strtlr69

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Both of them listened to me, absolutely mesmerized.

Me: "I once again will require a thing from you."

Manoj: "Anything for you Sir."

Me: "I would need pictures or videos for my personal use later. Give them to me only after you have popped all their cherries. Do I need to explain what I mean by popping all their cherries?"

Ayub: "Sir, we are kids in front of you. Always guide us."

Manoj: "We will deliver the pictures and videos of every step we take Sir."

The dinner this time was not so silent. I told them all the details that had come to my mind. I knew every small detail would help them execute the plan smoothly."

I had been patient enough, was getting desperate by the every passing day.

Manoj and Ayub were mini devils themselves. They went to the restaurant on an off day. Ajay was nervous seeing them again. He rushed and asked Shyamali to take their orders.

Ayub: "Miss, serve us the panties you are wearing."

Ajay and Shyamali stood there devastated. The fear that someone might hear them also embarrassed them much. Ajay requested them to keep their voices low. Shyamali was already many shades red with embarrassment and humiliation.

Manoj: "If you want no one to hear what we are saying. Tell your whore here to act fast. We are quite impatient today. Our boss, it seems has gone softy on you. He does not want us to touch you physically. Hence we are forced to ask you to kindly give us the panties you are wearing. If you don't co-operate, we will always have to break the promise made to our boss. He wants to smell your cunt and we are here to fulfill his wishes."

Ayub: "No need to go anywhere, you have to open your panties right here."

Ajay stood there, heads down, like a eunuch. His action made Manoj and Ayub laugh. He was standing as if he would alert them if anybody came. It was an indirect way of conveying to Shyamali, give them what they want. Shyamali was taken over once again by a wave of relief to know that they would not touch her but the whole idea of opening her panties embarrassed her endlessly. She did not know what to do and Ajay was not much of help either.

Shyamali: "Sir, I will give my panties to you. Let me please use the washroom to bring them to you. It would be very embarrassing for me to open them here."

Manoj: "I am clear as far as my instruction goes. Don't be lame. Just get it done and over with. We have to go. Our boss will not wait the whole day."

Shyamali asked Ajay to shield her properly. She did not want to expose herself to the whole world. No matter how much she squirmed and tried, her panties would not simply fall down. She was forced to pull up her skirt and expose herself to these cheap guys. She stuck both of her fingers on her waist and pulled down her panties in one smooth motion. She bent a shade so nothing was exposed to Manoj or Ayub. She was successful as well.

Ayub: "She is a smart girl, nice. Serve it to us with your hands please."

Shyamali was forced to come near them. Her heartbeat was beyond her control. She felt as if a few drops of urine might trickle out. She somehow made her way towards the table and gave them her panties. She had never felt so cheap, exposed and out of control ever.

Ayub: "Please pack our order as these are specially required by our boss. Before you do that, please stand with your panties in your hand. I will have to take a picture so that my boss is assured that these are your panties only."

Shyamali was crying as Manoj asked her to pose for the picture. She came back and delivered them a small box, she was still crying. Manoj and Ayub went away with the package. Now this was something which could give them all the leverage they wanted on either of the girl.

The city boasted of three universities, run by the government and two more which were owned by private group of companies. The particular university which is in discussion here is a university owned by a private group of investors, lies in one corner of the city. It is spread over 250 acres of land, beautifully designed and maintained as well. It has the best of faculty, best of teachers and extra facilities. The college is drug free and ragging free as well. In short, a student's heaven - the ones who love to study.

I had promised Shyamali about admissions of her kids. Being a man of word, I got Arushi admitted to this private university. It was the very same university in which my friend, Arnab, was on the board of trustees.

Three months had passed since the university opened. It was September. The monsoon was still on and in full fury. Manoj and Ayub decided that it was the time to unwrap the first gift of theirs. I got their message and told them to wait for my green signal. I talked to Arnab (the trustee) and discussed what I had in mind, in details. Boy was he glad. I called up Manoj and Ayub - told them the exact plan and what role Arnab would play.

It was a Friday. The student and teacher turnout was really low due to the torrential rains. The penultimate class was happening when they reached the university. I had advised them to meet up with my friend, the trustee, and so they did. Arushi was given a message to meet the trustee after the classes were over. Manoj and Ayub were there in his office.