They’re whispering and I know they are talking about me and judging me. Indian hot sex I don’t know how much more I can take. I see him coming towards us. He’s inserting a dildo into me, pushing it in and out with his rhythm in my ass. She raises the crop and hits me on my already sore chest. He reaches for her and I hold my breath, sure he’s come over to defend me. She looks to him and he nods. The word “stomach” drifts over to me and I know they’re talking about my weight. She climbs up on the bed and straddles my face. You never have been and you never will be. “Who do you think you are, bitch?” She starts softly. I can’t take my eyes off of them, his hands on her. She takes off my blindfold. I look for any kindness or caring in their eyes. She looks to him and he nods. She continues to hit me steadily for several minutes.
