01-06-2019, 01:24 PM
Slowly, she released the grip her fingers had on the material and let the bra drop to the ground. Her head hung down in shame and she instantly crossed her arms over herself.
"Nah, Ah Ahhh..." said Vicky. "Look up at us and put your arms down at your sides. Better yet, put your hands on your waist, shoulders back, stick out your tits and keep swinging…..”
She made a delightful display, standing humiliated like this in front of them.
She could not understand how being put on display like this made her feel so cheap, when she’d been made to do worse things. She couldn’t understand that this psychological humiliation was much worse than physical torture to any decent woman.
For a while all the men just stared at her amazing boobs. They were big and shapely, with just a slight sag, which wasn’t much, considering their size and age.
Then they started commenting on them……
“Oooo… they’re sexy……”
“They’re the best boobs I’ve seen. I want to get them in my mouth…..”
“Look at the nipples….. big and pink….. just like she said….., so beautiful…”
“They look so soft and squeezable…”
Vicky: “Well, Bhabhi, aren’t you going to thank them?”
“Huh?”
“Aren’t you going to thank them for appreciating your boobs?...”
She was expected to thank them for this ?? But she knew she’d better do as she was told…
“… uh… thank you…”
Vicky: “Thank you… what?”
“… uh… thank you… maalik…”
Rohit replied with feigned politeness: “Well, you’re welcome, darling Randi Bhabhi….”
Vicky cleared his throat… “Ah, Okay, Bhabhi, just a couple of poses.”
She bit her lip. Please, please, let this end, she asked silently, knowly full well that it was very far from ending.
"Lean forward and grab your knees again."
Once again, she struck the pose, only this time her breasts were bare.
"Big smile, Bhabhi ..."
She forced a smile.
She made a wonderful picture with her sexy boobs hanging down and squeezed between her arms…. She saw that all the men rubbed their crotches…
"Now, lets go back to the hands behind the neck."
She tried to just drift off into the music as she reached up behind her head and put her hands behind her neck. She could feel the air and the lusty gaze of the men on her huge, nude tits as they rose up with her arms.
"Keep swinging, Randi bhabhi."
She continued to sway her ass and tits to the music, like a cheap bar dancer…
"Now, turn around again, all the way. Give us the full view."
She slowly rotated her body around, giving her audience a spectacular visual tour of her
sexy body. She came around full circle, still with her hands clasped behind her neck.
"Great, just great...now don't move..."
At a gesture from Vicky, the other guys, except Ustadji and the fat man, got up to and came close to get a good look at her boobs….
Jo said: “They do look soft and squeezable…… and hardly any sag…”
Vicky was looking at them from up close and he caught on to the last remark.
“Yes… they are soft and quite big, but they have hardly any sag… Ustadji, have you ever seen tits this big not to sag?”
Ustadji had kept quiet till now and had been sitting comfortably enjoying the scene. Now he got up and came close to Nilanjana and bent forward to get a close look at her tits, making her very nervous….
“You’re right, boys…. I have seen soft and big boobs that don’t sag, but only on much younger women….”
“hmmm… I wonder……”
Nilanjana had been trying not to listen to this analysis of her tits, as though they were pieces of fruit in a market. Suddenly she was dragged into the discussion….
“Hey Randi, are these tits real … ??”
“What? I don’t understand.” She said – shocked, because she understood perfectly.
“Don’t play games with me, bitch. You know perfectly well what I mean. Have you had your boobs made bigger by plastic surgery?”
“No – of course, not. How can you say that? What kind of woman do you think I am?”
“Well, we already what kind of woman you are, don’t we?” Ustadji said with a smirk. “We only have to look at how hard your nipples are to know that you’re a total Randi…”
Jo: “But Ustadji, how can we tell if they’re real or not? I mean, I’d feel really cheated if we’ve been looking at fake boobs all this while…..”
Ustadji: “That’s a good point, Jo, but an expert can always tell fake boobs from real by feeling them carefully.”
Standing there, with her hands behind her neck and her elbows pulled back, with her
big breasts sticking out, nude, like guns on a battleship was shameful enough.
It took all of her self control to hold the degrading position she was in- standing in nothing but her panties, holding her hands behind her neck with her elbows pulled wide apart. Her huge breasts sat there, sticking out rudely, on offer like melons at the market.
Now Ustadji was going to feel her boobs and of course, she knew it would not end there.........
"Nah, Ah Ahhh..." said Vicky. "Look up at us and put your arms down at your sides. Better yet, put your hands on your waist, shoulders back, stick out your tits and keep swinging…..”
She made a delightful display, standing humiliated like this in front of them.
She could not understand how being put on display like this made her feel so cheap, when she’d been made to do worse things. She couldn’t understand that this psychological humiliation was much worse than physical torture to any decent woman.
For a while all the men just stared at her amazing boobs. They were big and shapely, with just a slight sag, which wasn’t much, considering their size and age.
Then they started commenting on them……
“Oooo… they’re sexy……”
“They’re the best boobs I’ve seen. I want to get them in my mouth…..”
“Look at the nipples….. big and pink….. just like she said….., so beautiful…”
“They look so soft and squeezable…”
Vicky: “Well, Bhabhi, aren’t you going to thank them?”
“Huh?”
“Aren’t you going to thank them for appreciating your boobs?...”
She was expected to thank them for this ?? But she knew she’d better do as she was told…
“… uh… thank you…”
Vicky: “Thank you… what?”
“… uh… thank you… maalik…”
Rohit replied with feigned politeness: “Well, you’re welcome, darling Randi Bhabhi….”
Vicky cleared his throat… “Ah, Okay, Bhabhi, just a couple of poses.”
She bit her lip. Please, please, let this end, she asked silently, knowly full well that it was very far from ending.
"Lean forward and grab your knees again."
Once again, she struck the pose, only this time her breasts were bare.
"Big smile, Bhabhi ..."
She forced a smile.
She made a wonderful picture with her sexy boobs hanging down and squeezed between her arms…. She saw that all the men rubbed their crotches…
"Now, lets go back to the hands behind the neck."
She tried to just drift off into the music as she reached up behind her head and put her hands behind her neck. She could feel the air and the lusty gaze of the men on her huge, nude tits as they rose up with her arms.
"Keep swinging, Randi bhabhi."
She continued to sway her ass and tits to the music, like a cheap bar dancer…
"Now, turn around again, all the way. Give us the full view."
She slowly rotated her body around, giving her audience a spectacular visual tour of her
sexy body. She came around full circle, still with her hands clasped behind her neck.
"Great, just great...now don't move..."
At a gesture from Vicky, the other guys, except Ustadji and the fat man, got up to and came close to get a good look at her boobs….
Jo said: “They do look soft and squeezable…… and hardly any sag…”
Vicky was looking at them from up close and he caught on to the last remark.
“Yes… they are soft and quite big, but they have hardly any sag… Ustadji, have you ever seen tits this big not to sag?”
Ustadji had kept quiet till now and had been sitting comfortably enjoying the scene. Now he got up and came close to Nilanjana and bent forward to get a close look at her tits, making her very nervous….
“You’re right, boys…. I have seen soft and big boobs that don’t sag, but only on much younger women….”
“hmmm… I wonder……”
Nilanjana had been trying not to listen to this analysis of her tits, as though they were pieces of fruit in a market. Suddenly she was dragged into the discussion….
“Hey Randi, are these tits real … ??”
“What? I don’t understand.” She said – shocked, because she understood perfectly.
“Don’t play games with me, bitch. You know perfectly well what I mean. Have you had your boobs made bigger by plastic surgery?”
“No – of course, not. How can you say that? What kind of woman do you think I am?”
“Well, we already what kind of woman you are, don’t we?” Ustadji said with a smirk. “We only have to look at how hard your nipples are to know that you’re a total Randi…”
Jo: “But Ustadji, how can we tell if they’re real or not? I mean, I’d feel really cheated if we’ve been looking at fake boobs all this while…..”
Ustadji: “That’s a good point, Jo, but an expert can always tell fake boobs from real by feeling them carefully.”
Standing there, with her hands behind her neck and her elbows pulled back, with her
big breasts sticking out, nude, like guns on a battleship was shameful enough.
It took all of her self control to hold the degrading position she was in- standing in nothing but her panties, holding her hands behind her neck with her elbows pulled wide apart. Her huge breasts sat there, sticking out rudely, on offer like melons at the market.
Now Ustadji was going to feel her boobs and of course, she knew it would not end there.........
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