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You have to be ready for evening show” evening show? I didn’t know about it. I was afraid what next going to happen. I went outside where Manju showed me place to braid hair. Walking was really painful like hell for me. My thighs started painting at every step I took. My feet sole were already damaged no question about it. I opened my braid and let my hair free. Then I started to comb softcore hair. Manju came there “was that painful?” She patted my back. I couldn’t say a word my tears gave answer. I hugged her and again started crying. “Make sure you will not commit any mistake in future. Every small mistake leads you to punishment. Vikas is just like his father. So be careful here after.” She combed my hair and braided it. It was as tight as morning. Manju “how many types of braid you know?” I didn’t fond of wearing different types of braids. So I didn’t experiment any different braid in past. Me “I can braid my hair in simple way. I tried once long ago but hands started to pain with unusual angle. So after that I didn’t try any. My mother used to braid my hair in Big Tits different styles on special occasion. But that was also for short time. I couldn’t bare my hair in braid for longer time” Manju “ then you have to learn it. Hair braid is one of the ornaments for indian woman. It’s a kind of skill you should be master.” I suddenly realise I didn’t had lunch. Hunger started knocking my stomach. The pain and hunger what a cruel mixture that was. Manju bound my braid to my waist ring just like morning Again it pulled and very tight. My face was oily due to lot of oil in hair. I hated it to my guts but now I have to get used to it. It’s my new life now I have to accept changes whether I like it or not. “Yes.” My throat was so dry. She came in after school, bubbling happily that it was Friday and started Big Tits telling me her weekend plans. “I’ll help.” She begins picking up debris, and tidying workbenches. “We all do,” Teo groaned. softcore I noted that none of the halter buttons were done up and that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I groaned, my pussy burning hotter and hotter. They were in the hotel midway between the office and Jayden’s territory. indian This was not average. holding hard onto my ass as I squirmed and bucked There was an empty stage and a lot of tables around. Most commonly, the goat like hind legs. I exclaimed. It was fun. My hands were drawn to the heat. Clearly not made for a hard cock to be in them. They continued to debate. “Yes, I would love for you to move in here. Turning towards me, her face slightly red from scrubbing at it, she pulled my hand towards her slick pussy.