Uncut Indian Dancing

Jen grunted as each man took turns with her and then she heard her ringtone for her husband.“So are you going to pay or do we just use your bitch!�... the man askedJen watched as the man listened and then hung up the phone.“Well guys the little shit told us he is not going to pay his gambling debt so looks like we get use this slut for the night!” he laughedThe man walked over and removed her gag ball. He held her face in his hand and Jen could feel the strength in his hand and knew the man only. I’m gonna have a quick shower and will take you over,” I replied, probably a little too eagerly. I was now conscious I was rolling my tongue around my mouth, a feeble attempt to ensure there were no burnt bits from my bagel wedged between my teeth. I quickly ate breakfast and watched my daughter and her friends, exchanging laughs and chatting about the latest guys, movies, and music. My daughter had chosen some pretty hot friends to bring home but Gabriella… well, that girl was in a different. More

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