My heart was pounding, but my knuckles were soaked from my precum leaking all over them. I slowly fondled my cock, waiting for something to happen. I teased my nipples and moaned softly while calling out to Frank hoping he would materialize right there. I wanted him to come in and find me naked and bothered like this, jerking Fucking off desperately. Then the door clicked. My heart stopped, but I kept stroking. It eased open, and I shook with relief when the first thing I saw was a big gold watch then the rest of Frank appeared through the door, looking surprised but very pleased with what he saw. He grinned. “Aye, what kinda show are you putting Bhabhi on in here?” “Fuck me, Big Frank.” I pleaded, officially starved for his cock. “I need it.” He raised a pleasantly surprised eyebrow at me. “You need it? Listen to you, ain’t acting so shy anymore.” He laughed. “I only came in here cause I knew you’d be up to something, and you better chill out there, shaking your naughty ass in front of me. I gotta get back out there. Save this for later.” He turned to leave. “No. I want it now.” I said defiantly. He turned back around, and his eyebrow raised even higher. “Excuse me?” “Please…daddy?” I added her sweetly. His tipsy eyes looked torn between his watch and my lewdly displayed body, but the front of his shorts poked out readily to oblige to my request. “After the party, I promise.” He said. “Please, daddy?” I pleaded again as sweet as sugar, getting to my knees in front of him, and crept my hands underneath opening of his shorts feeling for his low hanging balls. I found them and gave them a nice rub. He groaned and his big hand petted my hair. “I know what you’re doing right now. You’re trying to get back at FJ for hurting your feelings, huh?” “Fuck FJ.” I undid the front of his shorts causing his fat red monster to spring out from its confines with a hefty bob. His body shuddered as my lips melted around the tip of his sweaty cock. I licked and kissed and sucked and moaned like a whore, making sure to do exactly Office what he liked. His dick responded by hardening nicely. “Aye, I know your feelings are hurt, and you need with to vent or whatever, but….but….oh…damn Georgy- that’s nice…yeah keep doing that… tryna get me in trouble at my own party..” He growled low, and I heard him lock the door behind him. “That’s a naughty boy.” “Big Frank,” I licked. “Fuck my hole.” I kissed. “Fuck me hard.” I sucked. Over and over, I did what he liked, but I was too excited to keep it at a slow pace. He didn’t seem to care. His hips thrusted into my mouth until his cock was stuffing my throat, and I tried not to gag on it. The plan was for me to ride in her car, in the back, to her house so she could just pull in her garage. Her tail whipping in anger. We’re finished with her.” “Ron, the big party tonight, when you picking me up?” "I'm not your girlfriend, I'm your slave," she reminded him. He left the door open, and Fucking I heard him peeing into the her toilet. With all of the new girls under control and being raped, it was time to parcel out the rest of the sluts. Lucilla gripped my hand tighter, and took a huge gulp of wine to steel herself. Layla's eyes shone with defeat and resignation Office as he Bhabhi sat up, kissing the dazed girl, murmuring dark promises in her with ear. Yeah I did.”