“I think you and your boyfriend have some talking to do,” she said with an exasperated tone to her voice. She stepped aside and I instinctively marched down the hall and up the stairs. “Jason!” I called out, indian following the path until I saw another open door. “Just what the fuck is-“ I began before stopping dead in my tracks. Jason was naked bengali and tied in an X shape to the bed. He had a vibrator tied to his erect cock which buzzed monotonously through the air. “Imogen…please…don’t look at me!” he wailed as I stared in disbelief. I tried to form words but nothing came out. I suddenly received a harsh shove in the back which sent me to my hands and knees. I looked over my shoulder and saw Zoe, now naked after having discarded her robe. “What the fuck is this!?” I cried as I got to my feet. Zoe ignored me and instead spoke to Jason. “Jason, are you ready to complete your final task?” she asked homemade as she pushed the vibrator harder against his cock. “Yes Mistress! Oh fuck yes mistress!” he moaned. Zoe untied him and relieved him from the vibrator. Jason looked up at me, a pained expression on his face. “Jason…what the fuck is going on…” I moaned, trembling as the duo stared at me with hunger in their eyes. “I’m so sorry, Imogen,” Jason said as Bhabhi he suddenly leapt at me. I screamed and tried to shield myself as he grabbed me. Zoe dashed over to me and began pulling at my clothes as Jason ripped my jacket off of me. “Get off me! Get off!” I cried as Jason threw me onto the bed. With the help of Zoe, they managed to pull my jeans, panties, socks and shoes off in one fluid motion. I made a break for the door but Jason grabbed me. I wrestled with him as he pushed me against the wall, knocking off several framed photos in the process. He picked me up and held me in a fireman’s pose, my asshole and pussy now on show to the world. “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” I screamed, punching his back as he slammed me into a chair. I grunted in pain as Zoe and Jason both advanced once more, grappling with me and managing to pull off my shirt and bra. Jason then held me in place as Zoe fastened my wrists and ankles to the chair which rendered me completely immobile. “Wha-what are you doing to me!?” I cried, now as naked as the both of them. Jason glanced at Zoe as if for support. “Jason has been my sex slave for the past 6 months.” She stated blankly. “We met online and I often give him tasks to complete. Many of these tasks have involved you, Imogen. I have countless photos of you desi naked. Countless videos of you having sex. Ever thought that Jason has asked you to do something a little…different? That was because I requested it. He is a loyal sub and one I hope to india mould into the perfect pet. The last piece of the puzzle, however, is you. I need Jason to prove to me he loves me more than you. The excited dog’s desi cock was already spurting his Bhabhi precum as he humped her hand. Could I use the sex slaves? He india sent me crashing into such heights of rapture. His skin tougher than boiled leather. She placed her hands on his knees homemade and pulled them slightly more open so she could snuggle closer to him. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Donny sunk his fingers in deep and found her G-spot, "I don't give a fuck if he's here or not. No!” she bengali protested. “Sir, do not tell us how to do our jobs,” the officer reprimanded him. One day she was in a sullen mood as yet another guy left her and couldn’t indian see her for what she really was.