Adultery Kajal agrawal degradation from high class to low class

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The gusty wind which had blown the door open was still blowing strong. her hands were wet and slippery, as were the clothes. And once again her nakedness was visible to the two men who were still standing rooted to their spots, a few feet away from the door. kajal now decided to close the door first. Because of her hair getting in my face, she was struggling to pull the door back against the wind gusts when WHOOOSHHH… something else flew by me. The shirt, towel and lungi that Prashant had given me had also flown out. Those were the last possible things to cover her modesty. she could now think of no short term fix to my visible nakedness.

kajal sank to the ground, wrapped her hands around her folded knees, and hid her face in them, hoping this would at least hide her boobs and pussy. The face was hidden mainly out of shame. In a few seconds she heard someone walk in and close the door. she also heard a chuckle, and then realized, kajal had heard only one set of footsteps. she looked up and saw Prashant putting the nail into the hole of the bolt.

“You didn’t put this nail in, did you? kajal thought it was obvious. That’s what it was there for.” he said. she just started at him, red-faced.