27-10-2021, 11:19 PM
Several minutes had passed and I was still stroking the men. I was actually surprised how patient these men had been with me. They could have easily picked me up and ravaged me but they didn’t. Something that not just surprised me but also terrified me. If they could last this long, then I had no chances of getting this done quickly.
This had gone on for several minutes. By now my arms started getting sore and hurting. My knees too were sore kneeling on the hard bathroom floor. I thought, these men would ejaculate in a few minutes and I would be able to talk my way out of this but this was not going according to the plan. My plan also did not discount the possibility that I would get aroused in the process. Nothing was going according to the disastrous plan.
By now the men were leaking. Drops of pre-cum splashed on me from the frantic jerking. My eyes were firmly locked on to Fahim’s tool. His cock was spewing globs after globs of thich pre-cum which was frothing in my arms. Sounds of squelching and the tinkling of my bangles was all I could here. The unbearable pain in my arms was just growing. I had held them up for so long in the same position that I wasn’t getting any sensation in them. What could I do?? What could I do???
At last my left arm gave in and I let go off Tejinder’s cock with a moan. My arm collapsed to my side as I sighed in relief. Even though I had let go off Tejinder, my right arm was still firmly gripping Fahim’s cock. I was rapidly jerking him even though my right arm was aching as bad as the left was.
Tejinder who just didn’t want to be left out, stepped forward till his cock touched my cheek. I cringed as I felt his sticky cum brush my soft skin. He stood there, gently waving and stroking his dick in my face. I could smell the pungent scent of his cock as it filled my nostrils.
Taking a cue, Fahim stepped forward too and now the tip of his cock was just an inch from my face. He was looking down at me with the same sense of authority and firmness that he had been showing.
I felt my right arm give away too as the pain surged to unbearable levels. My hand slowed down but Fahim stood still, his cock still as close to me as it was before. When a pulse of pain traversed from my hand to my brain, I gave up. My arm, by now sore from the pain let go off Fahim and collapsed to my side. I groaned in relief as the pain receded. I closed my eyes for a few moments as my body recovered.
When I opened my eyes I saw that Fahim and Tejinder were still standing where they were, their cocks still hard and ready to go. I could see the lust dripping out of their eyes as they looked at me hungrily. I was still kneeling on the floor, utterly naked; by now the water off my body had dried, only to be replaced by sweat; sweat from the frantic jerking I had just given them. My hair was wet and dishevelled. I was breathing heavily and I could hear my own heart beat in the silence of the night.
I looked up to Fahim and then to Tejinder. They seemed to be ready to pounce on me at that very moment. Our eyes locked in this roulette of who would give in first. I looked up at them before looking back at their cocks and then switching back again. I was stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place.
I couldn’t believe how and why my body was reacting in the way it was. If this was some other time, I wouldn’t have even wasted a moment to look at unkempt, uncivilised hooligans like these two. I was a prim, proper housewife who as much as I wanted to refute it, did believe in the deep rooted class system. These men were indeed beneath me!
But right now, it was I who was down on my knees, kneeling like slave to his master. These two hoodlums towered over me with their proud penises pointing straight at me. At that moment I realised that their gun was far less a worry and a danger than their dangling dongs.
I felt Fahim’s hand behind my head and stared at him as he took that final step. His cock touched my lips and a jolt ran down my spine; I trembled. His face bore the same stern, resolute expression whereas mine bore a meek, terrified one. Perhaps that fed his lust in a way.
He gently pushed his hip forward making the tip of his cock press harder against my pursed lips. I moaned, registering yet another feeble protest but he persisted. He pressed the tip against my lips harder and finally my lips gave away. The tip sneaked in through a small parting and before I knew it, his bulbous head was in my mouth.
In this roulette of wills, I lost. As I gave in, he slid another inch inside my mouth. My cheeks bulged as his thick tool stuffed the inside of my mouth. And then another inch slid inside. His hand was firmly holding my head as he forced his way inside my mouth.
In the midst of this oral invasion, I looked at Tejinder whose I eyes I thought would pop out with lust. He watched, spellbound as his partner had his way with their prey; he was riveted at this unbelievable sight, his cock twitching with anticipation.
As my will to resist broke down completely, Fahim stuffed half his cock inside my mouth. His confidence was astonishing. Any man forcing himself on a woman would never risk stuffing his cock down her throat alas she bit it off. But here this man was doing exactly that and I too wondered why I wasn’t biting down hard on him.
His cock rested tentatively on my tongue for a few moments before he withdrew. My lips which were still showing some resistance were barely open which allowed them to tightly purse around the shaft. He groaned, feeling the tightness of my lips as he withdrew.
The tip was out of my mouth but just for a moment before I felt his grip tighten on my head again. My mouth was open in shock perhaps but that’s all he needed; my open mouth. As he pushed his hip forward, his cock slid passed my teeth and rested on my tongue. He did this for a few more times and then stopped as he realised I was moving.
My instincts acted and when the cock head went back in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it. He stood still with his cock still wedged in my mouth and looked down at me.
“Firse kar waise hi.” HE commanded.
I like an obedient slave obeyed the command. I swirled my tongue around the tip and I heard him groan.
“Is kutiya ko Lund choosna ata hai.” Fahim groaned as I repeatedly swirled my tongue.
I knew that comment should have disgusted and angered me but strangely it sounded like a note of praise to me. Foul language was something I always detested but strangely it didn’t seem foul anymore, not in this situation.
He bent his knees a little allowing him to slowly move in and out of my mouth. He would smoothly pull back and slide back in. He pulled back and this time shoved his cock back in. The cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged reflexively. I abruptly pulled back and started coughing. My eyes watered as I tried to recover from a coughing fit.
“Hahaha….bohot jaldi tareef kar di bhaijaan” Tejinder quipped.
As I regained my composure, the men had stopped laughing and were looking back at me. Fahim placed his hand on the back of my head and I obediently opened my mouth and he slid in again. I expected him to go deep again but he didn’t; he just slid a third of his cock inside my mouth and pulled back out again.
His hand gripped the top of my head as he slowly ploughed his cock in and out of my mouth. The underside of his cock slid against my raspy tongue and I felt his knob touch the back of my mouth.
I glanced at Tejinder who was growing impatient by the second. I pulled away from Fahim and turned towards Tejinder. As soon as I turned my face at him, he slapped his thick cock on my face. I winced as the thick, sticky cock hit my lips and cheeks with an audible ‘splat'. It felt like being hit by a thick foam mallet.
After he had his share of slaps he pointed his cock at my lips and I without uttering a word took it in. He groaned in pleasure as my tightly pursed lips pulled back from his cock. Tejinder’s cock was thicker than
Fahim’s and it stretched my mouth even more. I could only take it in a few inches before I’d gag. While I was sucking Tejinder, my hand worked tirelessly on Fahim.
For the first time since last night, for a fleeting moment I felt like I was in charge. The men were standing in front of me, their eyes closed, mouths open. Even if I was held hostage in my own house and was being forced to do what I was doing, at that moment, they seemed vulnerable.
Fahim gently raised his shaft a little and I don’t know what overcame me, but I quietly disengaged from Tejinder and lowered my mouth on Fahim’s balls. As his testicle rolled over my tongue, a thought came my mind. Was I really being forced to do this now?
I heard Fahim groan and I looked up awkwardly and found his eyes locked on mine. I felt his cock twitch as we stared at each other. My hand slowly reached out and grabbed his shaft to stroke it. Fahim’s head hung low and his chest heaved as my mouth and hand worked on him.
Tejinder pulled me back towards him. As I took his knob in my mouth, both my hands worked on his shaft. I moved them in a wringing motion as my mouth worked on the thick cock head.
Why weren’t they Cumming? By now Rohan would’ve had blown two loads but these guys seemed far away from it. My mouth, my hands were hurting but also my knees from kneeling on the hard floor for so long.
Just then, I felt Tejinder shudder visibly. It seemed I had managed to jump start his orgasm. His breathing got heavier, his chest heaved faster and his groans grew louder. I glanced over at Fahim, he was stroking his cock harder and he too seemed getting closer to an orgasm.
Tejinder gripped my head tight, trapping his twitching cock inside my mouth. I screamed but my muffled scream drowned amongst these grunting pigs.
“Mmmfffppffff…” I screamed as loudly as I could and tried pushing him back with all the strength I could muster but all in vain as I felt his cum gush into my mouth.
“Aarggghhh…” Tejinder groaned loudly as he unloaded inside my mouth. Jet after jet of thick, pungent cum pumped out of his cock into my mouth and within seconds filled it. I gagged as I felt it hit the back of my mouth but Tejinder held my head tightly. As it trickled down my tongue, I instinctively swallowed it.
As soon as his orgasm subsided, Tejinder loosened his grip on my and I abruptly pulled back coughing but instantly Fahim grabbed my hair and pulled me to face him before shooting his load on my face. It was so sudden and abrupt that I gasped and some of his flying cum went inside my mouth. The rest of it spewed onto my cheeks, nose, eyes and some even landed on my hair. His load was thicker and larger than Tejinder and it almost covered my entire face.
The moment Fahim loosened his grip on my hair, I pushed him back and rushed towards the toilet and threw up. My stomach churned even more as I recalled that vile act these two bastards committed on me. I was aware of such nasty fetishes but I never indulged in them. I did please my husband with a blowjob but I had strictly kept oral ejaculation out of bounds.
Once I was done barfing, I rushed to the sink and started washing my face frantically. I didn’t want even a drop of their nasty semen on me. Everytime I thought about it, I felt like throwing up.
As I cleaning myself, I noticed the men were taking a shower nonchalantly as if they owned the fucking house.
“Itna natak mat kar.. zeher nahi tha.” Fahim said as he washed his pits under the shower. I shot an angry look at him which made them both chuckle.
I rushed out of the bathroom and fell on the bed crying. The men didn’t follow me, perhaps they knew I wouldn’t escape and they calmly continued their bath.
I cursed my fate, I cursed myself and I cursed those two wretched men. This nightmare just wasn’t ending!
A few minutes later I heard wet footsteps coming towards me. I glanced and found them standing near the bed. Their bodies were wet with water and it was dripping down to the floor. Fahim walked to the cupboard and opened it. It was my husband’s cupboard. He looked inside before started pulling things out and throwing them on the bed.
“Aye..chhod mujhe” I screamed as him but he simply ignored me.
He continued throwing stuff out till he found a couple of dry towels. He threw one towards Tejinder while he used the other.
Tejinder removed his wet turban and for the first time I saw an uncovered head of a sikh man. His thick, wet locks flowed down and water dripped from the tips of his hair. His hair was long, thick and flowed down to the middle of his back.
I shrieked as I saw him and that caught him by surprise. He looked at me with a hint of anger and then beckoned me with his finger. I refused with a gentle nod of my head so he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.
“Mera sir pochh de!” he growled and handed me the towel. Now that surprised me and I was left holding a towel for a few seconds. He slapped my butt to bring me back to my senses.
I got off the bed and stood in front of him and stared wiping his head. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was standing in front of him. Hus head was covered with the towel. I shuddered as I felt his hands sneak around my back. His hands felt my back before he gently squeezed my waist making me shudder even more. He wasn’t done yet and his hand moved down to my butt. He cupped my butt in his freakishly large hands before giving it a tight squeeze. I gasped in pain as I felt his nails dig into the soft flesh of my buttocks.
“AAah.yeh badhiya hai” Fahim said. He pulled out a white bathrobe my husband used.
“Ekdum mast aur mulayam” Fahim said as he felt the soft cotton fabric of the robe. It was my husband’s favourite robe and seeing it in Fahim’s hands made me mad.
“Aye…haath mat laga use..woh mere pati ka hai.” I shouted at him.
“Tu bhi to tere pati ki hai…koi rok paya hame?" He said before breaking into a loud, devilish laugh. Even Tejinder under the towel couldn’t help but laugh loudly.
I picked up the towel from Tejinder’s head and threw it on the floor. I walked to the corner of the room and sat there with my legs drawn close to my chest.
Fahim, after wearing mt husband’s robe was busy exploring his cupboard while Tejinder wrapped th towel around his waist and walked towards my cupboard.
Fahim looked strange in that robe. He was much taller than my husband and the robe was a few sizes smaller. It sleeves of the robe ended a half way around his forearm while the bottom stopped just below his butt. He had barely managed to tie the robe around him and his penis poked out of the robe. That soft, beautiful robe was defiled by this criminal.
“Hmm…jackpot!” Tejinder declared. Fahim immediately looked at him and so did I. I recalled that I had some really expensive jewellery in my cupboard which I had forgotten to keep in the bank locker.
As I was about to weep at the thought of losing my precious jewellery, Tejinder pulled out my lingerie.
“Huh??” Fahim said and I also looked at him puzzled.
“Aaah..maal to baad mein chori kar lenge…abhi thoda manoranjan ho jaye?” Tejinder said to Fahim.
Fahim raise his eyebrows as he realised what hus friend was telling him. They both looked at me with a very evil grin which made me shudder at what lay ahead.
This had gone on for several minutes. By now my arms started getting sore and hurting. My knees too were sore kneeling on the hard bathroom floor. I thought, these men would ejaculate in a few minutes and I would be able to talk my way out of this but this was not going according to the plan. My plan also did not discount the possibility that I would get aroused in the process. Nothing was going according to the disastrous plan.
By now the men were leaking. Drops of pre-cum splashed on me from the frantic jerking. My eyes were firmly locked on to Fahim’s tool. His cock was spewing globs after globs of thich pre-cum which was frothing in my arms. Sounds of squelching and the tinkling of my bangles was all I could here. The unbearable pain in my arms was just growing. I had held them up for so long in the same position that I wasn’t getting any sensation in them. What could I do?? What could I do???
At last my left arm gave in and I let go off Tejinder’s cock with a moan. My arm collapsed to my side as I sighed in relief. Even though I had let go off Tejinder, my right arm was still firmly gripping Fahim’s cock. I was rapidly jerking him even though my right arm was aching as bad as the left was.
Tejinder who just didn’t want to be left out, stepped forward till his cock touched my cheek. I cringed as I felt his sticky cum brush my soft skin. He stood there, gently waving and stroking his dick in my face. I could smell the pungent scent of his cock as it filled my nostrils.
Taking a cue, Fahim stepped forward too and now the tip of his cock was just an inch from my face. He was looking down at me with the same sense of authority and firmness that he had been showing.
I felt my right arm give away too as the pain surged to unbearable levels. My hand slowed down but Fahim stood still, his cock still as close to me as it was before. When a pulse of pain traversed from my hand to my brain, I gave up. My arm, by now sore from the pain let go off Fahim and collapsed to my side. I groaned in relief as the pain receded. I closed my eyes for a few moments as my body recovered.
When I opened my eyes I saw that Fahim and Tejinder were still standing where they were, their cocks still hard and ready to go. I could see the lust dripping out of their eyes as they looked at me hungrily. I was still kneeling on the floor, utterly naked; by now the water off my body had dried, only to be replaced by sweat; sweat from the frantic jerking I had just given them. My hair was wet and dishevelled. I was breathing heavily and I could hear my own heart beat in the silence of the night.
I looked up to Fahim and then to Tejinder. They seemed to be ready to pounce on me at that very moment. Our eyes locked in this roulette of who would give in first. I looked up at them before looking back at their cocks and then switching back again. I was stuck between the proverbial rock and a hard place.
I couldn’t believe how and why my body was reacting in the way it was. If this was some other time, I wouldn’t have even wasted a moment to look at unkempt, uncivilised hooligans like these two. I was a prim, proper housewife who as much as I wanted to refute it, did believe in the deep rooted class system. These men were indeed beneath me!
But right now, it was I who was down on my knees, kneeling like slave to his master. These two hoodlums towered over me with their proud penises pointing straight at me. At that moment I realised that their gun was far less a worry and a danger than their dangling dongs.
I felt Fahim’s hand behind my head and stared at him as he took that final step. His cock touched my lips and a jolt ran down my spine; I trembled. His face bore the same stern, resolute expression whereas mine bore a meek, terrified one. Perhaps that fed his lust in a way.
He gently pushed his hip forward making the tip of his cock press harder against my pursed lips. I moaned, registering yet another feeble protest but he persisted. He pressed the tip against my lips harder and finally my lips gave away. The tip sneaked in through a small parting and before I knew it, his bulbous head was in my mouth.
In this roulette of wills, I lost. As I gave in, he slid another inch inside my mouth. My cheeks bulged as his thick tool stuffed the inside of my mouth. And then another inch slid inside. His hand was firmly holding my head as he forced his way inside my mouth.
In the midst of this oral invasion, I looked at Tejinder whose I eyes I thought would pop out with lust. He watched, spellbound as his partner had his way with their prey; he was riveted at this unbelievable sight, his cock twitching with anticipation.
As my will to resist broke down completely, Fahim stuffed half his cock inside my mouth. His confidence was astonishing. Any man forcing himself on a woman would never risk stuffing his cock down her throat alas she bit it off. But here this man was doing exactly that and I too wondered why I wasn’t biting down hard on him.
His cock rested tentatively on my tongue for a few moments before he withdrew. My lips which were still showing some resistance were barely open which allowed them to tightly purse around the shaft. He groaned, feeling the tightness of my lips as he withdrew.
The tip was out of my mouth but just for a moment before I felt his grip tighten on my head again. My mouth was open in shock perhaps but that’s all he needed; my open mouth. As he pushed his hip forward, his cock slid passed my teeth and rested on my tongue. He did this for a few more times and then stopped as he realised I was moving.
My instincts acted and when the cock head went back in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it. He stood still with his cock still wedged in my mouth and looked down at me.
“Firse kar waise hi.” HE commanded.
I like an obedient slave obeyed the command. I swirled my tongue around the tip and I heard him groan.
“Is kutiya ko Lund choosna ata hai.” Fahim groaned as I repeatedly swirled my tongue.
I knew that comment should have disgusted and angered me but strangely it sounded like a note of praise to me. Foul language was something I always detested but strangely it didn’t seem foul anymore, not in this situation.
He bent his knees a little allowing him to slowly move in and out of my mouth. He would smoothly pull back and slide back in. He pulled back and this time shoved his cock back in. The cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged reflexively. I abruptly pulled back and started coughing. My eyes watered as I tried to recover from a coughing fit.
“Hahaha….bohot jaldi tareef kar di bhaijaan” Tejinder quipped.
As I regained my composure, the men had stopped laughing and were looking back at me. Fahim placed his hand on the back of my head and I obediently opened my mouth and he slid in again. I expected him to go deep again but he didn’t; he just slid a third of his cock inside my mouth and pulled back out again.
His hand gripped the top of my head as he slowly ploughed his cock in and out of my mouth. The underside of his cock slid against my raspy tongue and I felt his knob touch the back of my mouth.
I glanced at Tejinder who was growing impatient by the second. I pulled away from Fahim and turned towards Tejinder. As soon as I turned my face at him, he slapped his thick cock on my face. I winced as the thick, sticky cock hit my lips and cheeks with an audible ‘splat'. It felt like being hit by a thick foam mallet.
After he had his share of slaps he pointed his cock at my lips and I without uttering a word took it in. He groaned in pleasure as my tightly pursed lips pulled back from his cock. Tejinder’s cock was thicker than
Fahim’s and it stretched my mouth even more. I could only take it in a few inches before I’d gag. While I was sucking Tejinder, my hand worked tirelessly on Fahim.
For the first time since last night, for a fleeting moment I felt like I was in charge. The men were standing in front of me, their eyes closed, mouths open. Even if I was held hostage in my own house and was being forced to do what I was doing, at that moment, they seemed vulnerable.
Fahim gently raised his shaft a little and I don’t know what overcame me, but I quietly disengaged from Tejinder and lowered my mouth on Fahim’s balls. As his testicle rolled over my tongue, a thought came my mind. Was I really being forced to do this now?
I heard Fahim groan and I looked up awkwardly and found his eyes locked on mine. I felt his cock twitch as we stared at each other. My hand slowly reached out and grabbed his shaft to stroke it. Fahim’s head hung low and his chest heaved as my mouth and hand worked on him.
Tejinder pulled me back towards him. As I took his knob in my mouth, both my hands worked on his shaft. I moved them in a wringing motion as my mouth worked on the thick cock head.
Why weren’t they Cumming? By now Rohan would’ve had blown two loads but these guys seemed far away from it. My mouth, my hands were hurting but also my knees from kneeling on the hard floor for so long.
Just then, I felt Tejinder shudder visibly. It seemed I had managed to jump start his orgasm. His breathing got heavier, his chest heaved faster and his groans grew louder. I glanced over at Fahim, he was stroking his cock harder and he too seemed getting closer to an orgasm.
Tejinder gripped my head tight, trapping his twitching cock inside my mouth. I screamed but my muffled scream drowned amongst these grunting pigs.
“Mmmfffppffff…” I screamed as loudly as I could and tried pushing him back with all the strength I could muster but all in vain as I felt his cum gush into my mouth.
“Aarggghhh…” Tejinder groaned loudly as he unloaded inside my mouth. Jet after jet of thick, pungent cum pumped out of his cock into my mouth and within seconds filled it. I gagged as I felt it hit the back of my mouth but Tejinder held my head tightly. As it trickled down my tongue, I instinctively swallowed it.
As soon as his orgasm subsided, Tejinder loosened his grip on my and I abruptly pulled back coughing but instantly Fahim grabbed my hair and pulled me to face him before shooting his load on my face. It was so sudden and abrupt that I gasped and some of his flying cum went inside my mouth. The rest of it spewed onto my cheeks, nose, eyes and some even landed on my hair. His load was thicker and larger than Tejinder and it almost covered my entire face.
The moment Fahim loosened his grip on my hair, I pushed him back and rushed towards the toilet and threw up. My stomach churned even more as I recalled that vile act these two bastards committed on me. I was aware of such nasty fetishes but I never indulged in them. I did please my husband with a blowjob but I had strictly kept oral ejaculation out of bounds.
Once I was done barfing, I rushed to the sink and started washing my face frantically. I didn’t want even a drop of their nasty semen on me. Everytime I thought about it, I felt like throwing up.
As I cleaning myself, I noticed the men were taking a shower nonchalantly as if they owned the fucking house.
“Itna natak mat kar.. zeher nahi tha.” Fahim said as he washed his pits under the shower. I shot an angry look at him which made them both chuckle.
I rushed out of the bathroom and fell on the bed crying. The men didn’t follow me, perhaps they knew I wouldn’t escape and they calmly continued their bath.
I cursed my fate, I cursed myself and I cursed those two wretched men. This nightmare just wasn’t ending!
A few minutes later I heard wet footsteps coming towards me. I glanced and found them standing near the bed. Their bodies were wet with water and it was dripping down to the floor. Fahim walked to the cupboard and opened it. It was my husband’s cupboard. He looked inside before started pulling things out and throwing them on the bed.
“Aye..chhod mujhe” I screamed as him but he simply ignored me.
He continued throwing stuff out till he found a couple of dry towels. He threw one towards Tejinder while he used the other.
Tejinder removed his wet turban and for the first time I saw an uncovered head of a sikh man. His thick, wet locks flowed down and water dripped from the tips of his hair. His hair was long, thick and flowed down to the middle of his back.
I shrieked as I saw him and that caught him by surprise. He looked at me with a hint of anger and then beckoned me with his finger. I refused with a gentle nod of my head so he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.
“Mera sir pochh de!” he growled and handed me the towel. Now that surprised me and I was left holding a towel for a few seconds. He slapped my butt to bring me back to my senses.
I got off the bed and stood in front of him and stared wiping his head. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was standing in front of him. Hus head was covered with the towel. I shuddered as I felt his hands sneak around my back. His hands felt my back before he gently squeezed my waist making me shudder even more. He wasn’t done yet and his hand moved down to my butt. He cupped my butt in his freakishly large hands before giving it a tight squeeze. I gasped in pain as I felt his nails dig into the soft flesh of my buttocks.
“AAah.yeh badhiya hai” Fahim said. He pulled out a white bathrobe my husband used.
“Ekdum mast aur mulayam” Fahim said as he felt the soft cotton fabric of the robe. It was my husband’s favourite robe and seeing it in Fahim’s hands made me mad.
“Aye…haath mat laga use..woh mere pati ka hai.” I shouted at him.
“Tu bhi to tere pati ki hai…koi rok paya hame?" He said before breaking into a loud, devilish laugh. Even Tejinder under the towel couldn’t help but laugh loudly.
I picked up the towel from Tejinder’s head and threw it on the floor. I walked to the corner of the room and sat there with my legs drawn close to my chest.
Fahim, after wearing mt husband’s robe was busy exploring his cupboard while Tejinder wrapped th towel around his waist and walked towards my cupboard.
Fahim looked strange in that robe. He was much taller than my husband and the robe was a few sizes smaller. It sleeves of the robe ended a half way around his forearm while the bottom stopped just below his butt. He had barely managed to tie the robe around him and his penis poked out of the robe. That soft, beautiful robe was defiled by this criminal.
“Hmm…jackpot!” Tejinder declared. Fahim immediately looked at him and so did I. I recalled that I had some really expensive jewellery in my cupboard which I had forgotten to keep in the bank locker.
As I was about to weep at the thought of losing my precious jewellery, Tejinder pulled out my lingerie.
“Huh??” Fahim said and I also looked at him puzzled.
“Aaah..maal to baad mein chori kar lenge…abhi thoda manoranjan ho jaye?” Tejinder said to Fahim.
Fahim raise his eyebrows as he realised what hus friend was telling him. They both looked at me with a very evil grin which made me shudder at what lay ahead.
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