01-06-2019, 01:21 PM
She stood there with the straps hanging loose at her sides, her boobs barely contained by the bra-cups, waiting for the next humiliation….
"Now, reach your hands up as high as you can."
At this she finally burst out into tears and covered her face. Her audience, of course, found this very entertaining and burst out into laughter.
Rohit: Oooooo… look at poor randi bhabhi… he… he… he… crying like a baby….. and we haven’t even touched her today…. Ha… ha… ha…
Jo: ha… ha… ha… I think she’s missing her sister….. he… he… he…
Ustadji: Hey Vicky, ho… ho… ho… looks like she’s finally taken pity on the poor father-in-law he… he… he… and has decided to give him a treat. ho… ho… ho… What’s his address? He… he… he…
At this reference to her sister, her tears immediately dried up and she straightened up and stretched her arms up over her head so fast, that her boobs nearly spilled out of her bra.
“No, no…. please…. It won’t happen again…..”
Rohit (laughing & shouting at the same time): “ho… ho… ho… hey, is this a military parade or a randi show….? He… he… he… Why are you standing at attention, bitch?... ho… ho… ho…”
She started to swing her body sexily again. More than half her boobs were already open to their gaze and her nipples were just a fraction of an inch away from being exposed.
“please leave Kumkum alone…, maalik…. I beg of you…, maalik…”
No one answered her request though, but just sat there enjoying the booze and the view and laughing at her plight. She kept wondering whether they’ll deliver on the threat or will ignore her lapse. But she knew she won’t get an answer.
They continued to laugh as she waited in suspense, while Vicky made himself another drink and came back to her.
He had stopped laughing and was looking stern and intimidating. "I don’t know if we can forgive a sorry exhibition like that so easily. We’ll think about it…”
“…Okay, now put your hands down and turn your back to us."
She turned herself around slowly.
"Pull your hair out of the way- pull it in front of you…"
She reached back with her left hand and ran her fingers underneath through her hair, pulling it forward so that it hung down in front of her, exposing her entire back..
"...and reach back and slowly open the hooks of your bra… one at a time…"
“Ji Maalik….” She said mechanically, as she took a deep breath, and slowly reached behind her and grasped the two ends of the back strap where the clasps were.
On a more sexy bra there would have been only two hooks, but on the ugly body armour type bra she was wearing there were four.
She pulled both sides of her bra towards each other to release the tension and one by one freed the four hooks…
"Now, reach your hands up as high as you can."
At this she finally burst out into tears and covered her face. Her audience, of course, found this very entertaining and burst out into laughter.
Rohit: Oooooo… look at poor randi bhabhi… he… he… he… crying like a baby….. and we haven’t even touched her today…. Ha… ha… ha…
Jo: ha… ha… ha… I think she’s missing her sister….. he… he… he…
Ustadji: Hey Vicky, ho… ho… ho… looks like she’s finally taken pity on the poor father-in-law he… he… he… and has decided to give him a treat. ho… ho… ho… What’s his address? He… he… he…
At this reference to her sister, her tears immediately dried up and she straightened up and stretched her arms up over her head so fast, that her boobs nearly spilled out of her bra.
“No, no…. please…. It won’t happen again…..”
Rohit (laughing & shouting at the same time): “ho… ho… ho… hey, is this a military parade or a randi show….? He… he… he… Why are you standing at attention, bitch?... ho… ho… ho…”
She started to swing her body sexily again. More than half her boobs were already open to their gaze and her nipples were just a fraction of an inch away from being exposed.
“please leave Kumkum alone…, maalik…. I beg of you…, maalik…”
No one answered her request though, but just sat there enjoying the booze and the view and laughing at her plight. She kept wondering whether they’ll deliver on the threat or will ignore her lapse. But she knew she won’t get an answer.
They continued to laugh as she waited in suspense, while Vicky made himself another drink and came back to her.
He had stopped laughing and was looking stern and intimidating. "I don’t know if we can forgive a sorry exhibition like that so easily. We’ll think about it…”
“…Okay, now put your hands down and turn your back to us."
She turned herself around slowly.
"Pull your hair out of the way- pull it in front of you…"
She reached back with her left hand and ran her fingers underneath through her hair, pulling it forward so that it hung down in front of her, exposing her entire back..
"...and reach back and slowly open the hooks of your bra… one at a time…"
“Ji Maalik….” She said mechanically, as she took a deep breath, and slowly reached behind her and grasped the two ends of the back strap where the clasps were.
On a more sexy bra there would have been only two hooks, but on the ugly body armour type bra she was wearing there were four.
She pulled both sides of her bra towards each other to release the tension and one by one freed the four hooks…
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