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 Author: Linard ignius
Title: A Dolcett Life
Part: 1 A Dolcett Valentines
Universe: Dolcett (Eastern spices)
Summary: A mother and son valentines in the era of dolcett
Keywords: m/F, mm/F, FF, inc, sm, asphyx, tort, viol, rom, Mdom, bd, ds,
slave, snuff, group, orgy, piss
Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fantasy set in another world.  If
you have troubles distinguishing fantasy from reality or are not of legal
age to read this, then please leave.

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   "Iqbal, are you free this Sunday?" asked Farah.  "Umm...  I guess mom,
What do you need?" said Iqbal, looking at his mom slipping into her baby
pink teddy as she got ready for the night sitting in front of the ornate
dresser at the foot of their bed.  "Well," said Farah, climbing on to the
bed with a feline gait which accentuated her substantial 37D breast within
the space between her arms, "You know my ladies club?  Shivika invited us
all for a valentine's party at her place." "A party huh?" Iqbal answered,
as a high school student Iqbal was not unfamiliar with sex parties,
especially since he had escorted his mother to so many of them over the
last few years.  "What kind?" he asked her, remembering the last office
party he accompanied his mother to, which ended with him having to
wheelchair his brutally beaten up Mother back home.  Not that he didn't
have a blast there, he remembered, grinning at the memory of him beating
his mother with the freshly torn right leg of the snuff lottery winner
alongside some of the other attendees of the party which also included
Farah's boss and his wife, as she lay tied up and spread eagled on a metal
frame.  His mom was designated the toilet and pain slut there, having
placed second in the party meat lottery.  In first place was the head of
HR, Mrs.  Shanti whose body hung over the fire roasting away, her body
dismembered into pieces while the party guests rained violence upon Farah,
one of Shanti's hands dangling out of her asshole.

   Farah knew that she would have to butter Iqbal up a little for this one,
he was a proper sadist who loved to sexually hurt her, but she knew that he
just didn't like bothering with cleanup and for that matter, other people.
"Oooh just some light BDSM, nothing more." she answered back as she rubbed
Iqbal's feet along the valley of her naked cleavage, smiling seductively as
she did.  "I don't know mom," said Iqbal both his face and his cock
responding to the nearness to his mother's hot body, "You sure you up for
this?  You nearly died there just a month back." As he watched his mother
open up the zipper on his shorts using her teeth.  "Like I am saying
honey..." she said, giving a really sloppy lick all the way from his balls
up to the tip of his circumscribed cock, leaving it at full hardness, "This
is going to be very vanilla.  So please, let's go?" she said, looking at
Iqbal with a most subservient doe like expression while she pressed his
invigorated cock in between her cushiony breasts.  Her son's ecstatic
expression told her that she had him, as she approached his handsome face,
her tongue stretched out of her juicy red lips, her hair draping the side
of her face and her barely clothed flesh rubbing along the length of her
son's leg and body.  She gently enveloped her son's delicious lips into her
mouth.  After they broke their passionate kiss, she rose up and placed
Iqbal's face into her silky cleavage.  "Fine, Fine...  I'll go." She heard
her son's muffled words emanate from between her breasts with a smile of
satisfaction playing on her lips.

   By all metrics, Farah Hussain was an incredibly successful woman, at 46
years of age, the once television diva and Bollywood starlet was now the
managing director of her own tv production studio, this was even more
impressive considering the full-fledged worldwide adoption of International
population control initiative 30 years back, which markedly increased
people's hedonistic sexual freedoms and reduced the value of women in
society to that of chattel.  She had been married and divorced twice and
had, at both times, managed to buy her freedom back from her ex-husbands.
Her son, Iqbal, now 16 year old, a product of her first union had inherited
a lot of his mother's looks and his father's sadism.  Popular at his school
and good with his studies, he loved to abuse and hurt cunts like any other
young man his age.  Farah knew that her body happened to be his favorite
canvas to paint his scenes of violence upon, even though he would never
admit it to her.

   Iqbal looked out the window from the passenger seat of their Toyota as
Farah turned a corner from Main Street and into a really wide side lane. 
Though Farah did plenty well for herself and her son considering their
society, the difference in their lives was apparent the moment they entered
this street.  This was the elite portion of town, gone were the mom and
pops fem-meat butcher shops and the occasional departmental stores dotting
the street sides like they did in their own high rise neighborhood.  This
place was solely composed of huge compounds with equally huge mansions
within them, each gigantic living abode showing off the opulence and
exclusivity of the people within.  They passed by many a large compound
gates which lay separated from one another by long tall walls before they
finally reached Shivika's mansion, the copper emblem of the swan adorned on
the huge iron gates outside.  As the main gate opened up electronically,
both Farah and Iqbal saw the voluminous driveway up to the manor already
parked with multiple cars.  There, a woman wearing nothing but a slave
collar, long heels and a slave id bearing her name and emblazoned with the
golden swan pinned to her clit walked up to the driver side door as Farah
came to a stop.  "Miss Farah?" The woman in her 20's with Asian features
asked cheerfully as Farah brought the window down.  "Yes, that's me." She
said.  "Please mam, leave the car with me and head on inside." She said. 
"Let's go mom, she knows what she is doing." Farah heard Iqbal say as he
unlocked his door.  Farah sighed, got out and grabbed the girl's id card,
and pulling it towards herself, "CRAPFACE...  is it?" she said, reading the
bold capital letters printed on the white card, "Now, listen up crapface,
if there's even a single scratch on it," Farah said, grabbing her exposed
34c tits in her long nailed fingers and squeezing around the base of it
really heard, while the girl started sweating, trying to hold that customer
service smile on her face, "I will rip out your tits myself, understood?"
Farah finished, smiling at the discomfort she was causing the high priced
slave, before shoving the key into her mouth and following her son to the
main door.  Just as they had reached the large imposing wooden door, it
swung open inside, revealing another woman dressed like the one they had
just seen.  Janice was a large muscular African woman in her mid-40s her
physique was comparable to the body builders of the olden days, a testament
to her rigorous lifelong slave training.  She had been a slave of the
gwalikar estate for over 20 years by that time, her id card attached to her
large hypertrophied clitoris read 'Head Slave'.  she was wearing a white
cuffed collar above her slave collar and white cuffs over wrists and
ankles. "Welcome mistress Farah, master Iqbal" she said, stepping out of
the way, revealing to them the scene playing out inside the large hall. 
Most of the floor was covered with large, blue, plastic tarps, the
cheapness of this setup was in sharp contrast to the rest of the house
which exemplified richness and plenty as priceless antique furniture and
artwork decorated its walls and spaces.  Over the relaxing ambience of low
volume smooth jazz-pop tunes, many of the attendees were already engaged in
various forms of depravities with each other, in various groups and pairs.
In fact, just a few feet behind Janice was a beautiful milf with an
incredible smile and large droopy tits, who Farah recognized to be Shivika
was getting anally reamed by Sohaib, her cousin-sister Hasina's son, while
he held Shivika's hair behind her head in a ponytail.  Farah felt her son's
hand squeeze her shapely tits as he saw his cousin hate fuck the plumpy
MLA's ass.  Her sweaty and slightly flabby body jerked in ripples in
response to Sohaib's own tanned sweaty body slapping against hers, the
bleached lock of hair swinging in front of her face while her ribbon
encircled tits flopped about against the wall that Sohaib was pushing her
up against.  Taking a look around, Iqbal saw all the attendees were mothers
and sons that he knew, at least a bit, the mums were all naked save for a
long red ribbon tied around their bodies like a gift, sons were naked save
for a single pink ribbon at the base of their cocks and balls.  Janice
helped Farah and Iqbal change out of their clothes and into the ribbons,
Iqbal heard a couple of rapid loud slaps and looked up to see red
handprints forming on the 50 year old politician's milky white ass, "You
hindu bitches, all have such soft asses, Shows you don't get beaten
enough." He said grinning, as he delivered another few vicious blows onto
the hostess' ass.  "How do I look honey?" Iqbal heard his mother's voice
from beside him.  He looked at his mother's fair naked body, draped
strategically and sultrily with the red silk ribbon, her well-shaped 38D
boobs resting snugly over the crisscrossed ribbon pattern over her slightly
saggy tummy with a large bow fitting snugly at the center of her well
pronounced cleavage.  He pulled her towards him using her hard brown
nipples, kissed her and said "I want to go back and devour you all myself,"
Farah smiled hearing this "There he goes again," she thought to herself as
she said "Don't say that honey, I'm sure we are BOTH going to have lots of
fun."

   "I do hate to interrupt such a hot incestuous love scene, but..."
Shivika interjected, grabbing hold of Iqbal's cock from behind him, her
large 42 E breasts spilling around Iqbal's right arm and wrapping around
his chest.  Nuzzling into Iqbal's well contoured neck with her painted red
lips, she continued "We have some amazing mother son stuff planned for
later, for now though, you should mingle, many of the young boys were
eagerly looking forward to 'Farah the actor's' arrival." Farah and Iqbal
shared another kiss before they split, Iqbal watched Farah being led away
by Sohaib, his long finger sliding up Farah's ass as her gait caused it to
move side to side in a mesmerizing rhythm.  Seeing this, Iqbal felt the
sting of the strange but familiar sense of irritation, at the same time his
body felt like jelly, wrapped around by the warm supple flesh of the
voluptuous politician embracing him like a cow-titted python.

   Iqbal was getting lost in the 48 year old politician's jasmine scented
fragrance as the woman hungrily stuck her tongue into his mouth.  Shivika
Gwalikar, wife of the industrialist Shobhit Gwalikar was the actual scion
and inheritor of the Gwalikar group, their only son, Rakesh Gwalikar the
sole future inheritor of the entire empire.  Under their large umbrella
group, they owned a variety of enterprises, with almost a quarter of the
nation's economy dependent on them one way or another, off them the most
recognized brand was the 'Gwalikar Fresh Farms Fem-meat and slaves'.  Her
running for the MLA seat was mostly out of a whim than anything else and
her win, a mere formality.  "This is the woman who is hungrily making out
with me right now," thought Iqbal as he responded in kind, leaning into her
with his mouth while his stiff cock leaked precum over her naked milky
thighs.  Iqbal felt her soft hands glide over his body and over his cock,
grasping it softly in her palm.  "Oh, look what we have here," she cooed
softly as she felt Iqbal tremble against her touch, "What a nice and hard
muslim cock." She whispered before bending down and slowly engulfing the
exposed head inside her warm and wet mouth.

   After a quick but thoroughly deep blowjob, Shivika and Iqbal started
fucking.  Iqbal picked up Shivika in his arms as she whimpered on his cock.
While he jerked her onto his rock hard piston clinging on her extra soft
body, he caught a glimpse of Farah getting gangbanged alongside Nirmala by
Rakesh, Ashok and Sohaib, both Rakesh and Ashok studied in the same school
as him, with him and Ashok being in the same class.  Ashok was busy
stretching Farah's mouth into an abnormal shape with his hands and spitting
into it while Rakesh used his extra fat cock to painfully stretch out her
asshole.  Iqbal grabbed hold of Shivika's hair painfully before setting her
down on a small glass coffee table on the side.  Incredibly surprised, a
sudden expression of pain and lust flushed her face when he did that since
the ivory mini-statue of the Hindu god hanuman sitting on the table slipped
up her naked unprotected asshole already lubricated with cum.  The rough
shape of the statuette pressing upon his cock through the walls of her
rectum and vagina caused Iqbal to lose his lid and flood her insides with
his seed.  "Oh wow...!" she muttered, a mixture of lust and worry on her
face, panting after the fresh humiliating experience, her fingers probing
her asshole as Iqbal retreated from her slopped up cunt.  After she managed
to get off the coffee table and stand on her slightly unsteady knees, Iqbal
turned her around and spread her voluminous asscheeks apart, bringing her
dark rimmed, well used, already cum-leaking asshole into full view, a
corner of the small idol already peeking out of its puckered center. 
"C'mon shit it out," he told her, squeezing the thick asscheeks in his
hands.  Iqbal watched Shivika strain her asshole around the object, the
dark rim contracting and expanding a few times, before she pushed it out
with a small grunt, the off-white statuette of the elephant god sliding out
of her anal canal covered in Sohaib's previously deposited cum.

   "Swallow my spit you nasty muzzi whore." Said Ashok as he drew a giant
loogie in his throat, gathering up all the mucus and spit he could, before
letting it fly over Farah's open mouth.  Just after, Sohaib burst out
laughing, "Fucking hell man!  The fucking whore's asshole clamped up when
you spit in her mouth.  You like that huh?  You like being a nasty muslim
whore?" Sohaib said, slapping the side of his aunt's perky tits as he did.
"Oh yeah," said Farah licking around her lips to gather up all the phlegm
that had fallen outside her mouth hole, "Aunty here loves being a filthy
haram whore for young boys like you," she croaked, engaging her mouth over
Ashok's rock hard erection afterwards.  Beside her, 50 yr old Nirmala
Singh, a teller at the local DCFC bank branch, was groaning in intense
sexual pain as both her son Rahul and Shivika's son Rakesh had their cocks
inside her cunt at the same time and were railing her stretched out cunt
with all the force they could muster.  Ashok grabbed Farah's hair and
started throat fucking her face making her retch and gag all around his
long 7 incher, ultimately making her puke a bit around his cock when he
came.  After she felt Ashok withdraw his cock from inside her ravished
throat and move onto somewhere else, she saw Nirmala's agonized face just
beside her.  She reached over and kissed Nirmala, the sight of filthy Farah
making out with Nirmala drove the boys fucking both Farah and Nirmala to a
huge orgasm.  Rakesh and Rahul high fived each other, having successfully
stretched out Nirmala's cunt out during their double penetration.  They
then dragged Farah by her hair onto the empty sex swing, intending to do
the same to her, who looked eager at the proposition, leaving behind
Nirmala on her back on the couch with her agape cunt gushing semen from
both her son and his friend.

   Iqbal had left Shivika smiling and sucking on the figurine which she had
expelled out of her ass, he thought it wise to not humiliate her further
seeing Janice staring daggers at him from across the hall.  He looked
around and things were getting raunchier and raunchier by the second.  Mrs.
Shweta Nair, the chubby dark skin manager of the local branch of the DCFC
bank and Mrs.  Hasina Khan, his aunt, were both elbow deep into each
other's cunts, occasionally shivering and squirming as they punch fisted
each other on the plastic covered floor.  The dark colored Shweta and the
pale white skinned Hasina with their sweaty naked body clinging to each
other sort of looked like a choco vanilla combo.  Iqbal walked over to
Nirmala who was lying on the couch with her legs spread wide open, she had
a few bruises over her tits and he could see the cum draining out of her
slightly agape pussy, she smiled as Iqbal grabbed a hold of her naked tits,
"Mrs.  Singh, They really did a number on you, huh?" Said Iqbal.  "Oh
please dear, call me Nirmala." She said, smiling back, her graciously aged
face looking like an angel's.  As Iqbal pushed his mushroom head past
Nirmala's spit lubricated anal sphincter, he heard the door open and the
voices of two people, a female and male, the woman berating the man.  He
slowly drove his cock deep, the frail looking woman in his arms seemed
elegant, shy, qualities not usually found in women nowadays.  he slowly
inched his way up her anal canal, the wet mucous ridges rubbing along the
length of his shaft inside.

   "...This is going to be good practice.  Practice, which I might add, you
SORELY NEED young man." "Shhh mom, don't start now ok!  I'm already here
aren't I?" came the exasperated reply, Iqbal saw the familiar face of his
class teacher Miss Rita Sanyal and her son Vinod Sanyal.  Vinod and he were
quite close friends and he was well aware of him being reprimanded each day
due to his inability to sufficiently torture his mother, Rita, according to
her own famously cruel standards.  He usually sympathized with his lean
built friend since he knew a thing or two about dealing with an overbearing
masochistic mother himself.  "Now before you go out there and fuck all
these wonderful ladies, you know what I want you to do right?" he heard his
strict teacher asking her son as his own balls slapped against Nirmala's
ass cheeks.  "Fine, fine, I got it mom, stand still for a sec." said Vinod,
sounding defeated and exasperated.  As Iqbal took Nirmala's light pink lips
into his mouth, the surrounding wrinkles stretching out due to him sucking
on the soft lips, he heard the sound of two loud slaps and looked up from
Nirmala's face to see Rita, her ass on the ground as Vinod shook his
stinging right hand.  Caressing her jaw, Rita looked up at Vinod holding
his hand with the other and said, "Well...  You are getting better at the
very least." Before getting up and giving him a peck on the lips and
saying, "Have fun, kay?"

   Things quickly devolved into a random orgy soon afterwards, people in
wriggling masses of naked flesh lay strewn about all over the hall.  Their
hands, mouths and genitals busy exploring and invading each other.  The two
fisting mothers in the middle of the room had taken on the role of the
party toilet, the blue plastic under them already forming a puddle of piss,
the boys would come over in between their orgasms, stand over the two
mature mothers making out, and let their piss fly all over the two of them
before moving over onto their next form of amusement.  As Iqbal carried
over some refreshments to his ravished mother in the form of a couple of
roasted cheese filled ovaries with a pineapple braise, She was lying limp
over the sex swing after getting all her holes thoroughly stretched out by
the boys, a few of them having made a game out of ruining her holes.  He
fed the ovaries to his mother's smiling open mouth which she chewed
hungrily, her eyes grateful for the scrumptious source of nourishment. 
Spreading her red swollen cunt lips apart, he inspected the damage to his
mother's cunt, finding just some minor bruising, nothing a few days of rest
wouldn't fix.  "Having fun sweet heart?" asked Farah, her tired arms
disengaging from the straps of the sex swing and holding his face in her
soft palm.  "Yea...  I had fun." Said Iqbal, the sound of his well fucked
mother's concern for him, turning him on again.  It had been nearly an hour
since Iqbal and Farah had arrived to the party before they heard of the
loud revving sound of a powerful bike engine.  it stopped and after a
period of silence they heard the screams of a woman approaching the house,
as Janice opened the door and a chubby half naked woman somewhat dressed in
a frilly saree came flying out of the space from beside Janice's long
muscular legs, falling sprawled out on the plastic tarp inside.  Iqbal
didn't recognize the woman from the offset before the man who had kicked
her inside the house followed in behind her.  "Stupid fucking cunt!" the
six foot tall muscular jock of a unit whom Iqbal recognized to be Kaushik
Patel grunted before kicking the woman whom Iqbal realized to be Kaushik's
mother Bipasha Patel in the ribs and stomach, driving the wind out of her
suffering body.  "Master Kaushik," said Janice, stepping in between the
jock son and his chubby slave mother lying on the floor, "I'm sorry but
please refrain from too much violence until the party's over." She said,
her physique towering over even Kaushik's musculature.

   "It's fine, please..." said the woman quietly, "I got us late, forgot
the directions." "Regardless," Shivika interrupted, stepping in to diffuse
the tension a bit, "We are already behind schedule here," she said, helping
Bipasha up to her feet as Kaushik calmed down and looked around the hall
and its occupants, all of their eyes focused on him and his mother.  When
Bipasha changed into the red ribbon outfit the straps forming a sort of
string-bikini over her bubbly 44DD breasts, her naked body and shaven cunt
came into view, her body was covered by a lot of bruises and scars, but
above the neck her plump cheeks and beautifully perfect skin of her face
was completely untouched, almost like somebody replaced a brand new doll's
head on a another doll's worn out body.  Giant holes had been made through
Bipasha labia majoras throughout their lengths, each nearly 2 cm in
diameter.  A heavy padlock lay locked into place through those holes,
threaded alternatively through the right and left skin flaps, sealing her
pussy up as well as stretching the lips out due to the sheer weight of the
lock.  The lock fell to the floor with a loud 'clang' after Kaushik
unlocked it.  He used his fingers to stimulate those stretched out lips
which he kept sealed most of the time.  He kissed her before saying, "There
you go tits, you got till the end of the party, make sure to enjoy yourself
cause after that, it's back to pussy jail." He said chuckling and kicking
his mother on the ass again, before moving over to the spit and piss
covered duo at the middle of the room and starting to brutalize them.

   After about another hour later, as the sun was setting down, Janice
turned on the specially designed lighting for the occasion, enveloping the
entire hall in a reddish pink glow, Farah and Iqbal were busy fucking the
chubby Bipasha together, Amir was railing her cunt with his now Viagra
infused dick as Farah was getting her cunt cleaned out by her mouth, the
mother and son kissed after the light came on, both, riding Bipasha as they
did.  "Everyone, listen up." They heard Shivika say from the middle of the
room, the hostess' face covered with cum, some of which coated even her
expensive looking hair.  "Thank you all so much for coming.  Now, about the
surprise I mentioned before," she said, motioning to Janice who promptly
left and returned with a cart with one large hot pot and multiple wide ice
picks just beside it.  Having gotten the attention of all the people there,
Shivika continued, "Well, can't have a valentine's without chocolate.  Can
we now?"

   Iqbal stared down at his mother lying in front of him on her back, her
face a mask of total joy as Janice made her way down the line of the mother
and son couples, all the other mothers, similarly on their backs as well.
Janice handed Iqbal one of the wide ice cones, it felt heavy and slippery
in his hand.  Knowing that he needed to act quickly, he shoved the ice
cone, point first, into Farah's freshly douched cunt.  "IAAHH!" Farah
yelled, "Its soooo fucking cold!" she groaned, "Shut up." Said Iqbal as he
knelt down in front of her pussy with about 6 inches of the ice cone's base
still lying outside.  Iqbal pressed on the cold icy base with his palm and
amidst his mother's groaning and shaking, he pushed it further and further
inside her hot body until only two inches remained outside, her cunt unable
to stretch wide enough to fit the width at the base.  "Fucking!  Filthy! 
Pig!" he heard Kaushik yell out from beside him as he stomped on the icicle
stuck out of his mother, Bipasha's, perforated cunt, her face a serene
expression of agony as he did.  Once the sons had managed to fit the
entirety of the ice cone into their mother's cunts they had to hold it in
there for 10 minutes before the vagina was sufficiently chilled enough for
the next phase.

   By the time Iqbal had managed to force the entirety of the freezing cone
into Farah's cunt, the shape of which pressed and gaped her cervix and 10
minutes had passed, several people had already gotten started with the next
phase.  Janice walked to them over from Shweta and Ashok, pushing the cart
with the giant hotpot full of molten chocolate in front of her.  Then,
kneeling over Farah's head Janice held her legs by her ankles, her back
folded, such that her hip with the entrance of her cunt was pointing up. 
Iqbal removed what was left of the partially molten ice cone from her cunt,
he followed this up by shoving a thin blunt metal rod right through the
slightly agape cervix before taking a ladle full of the hot chocolate and
filling his mother's cunt to the brim with it, all this before her cunt
started closing up again.  The specially made chocolate and the cunt
freezing did their job and the chocolate solidified quickly, taking on the
shape of Farah's vagina.  After 4 minutes, Iqbal pulled out the metal rod
and with it the chocolate bar shaped like the interior of his mother's cunt
lay in his hands.  After catching her breath, Fida said "Wow that was... 
interesting!  Happy valentine's honey." embracing Iqbal and giving him a
wet and passionate kiss which he eagerly returned.  In that moment holding
a chocolate cast of Farah's vagina In his hands, he didn't mind that her
mouth smelt foul, like a mixture of piss and cum, he didn't mind that cum
from several men stuck to his chest from her tits, he loved her in all her
slutty masochistic glory.  "Happy valentine's mom." he smiled back at her
and entered her trembling cunt with his hard cock.  The heat of the
chocolate had only slightly singed the walls of her vagina, causing only
mild pain when used.  This was perfect for Farah and she started gushing
just after a few strokes, hissing and cursing all the while.  She then took
the misshapen chocolate bar from her son's hands, slid the rod out, and
started feeding it to Iqbal.  The sweet bitter taste of the chocolate only
heightened Iqbal's lust, grabbing the chocolate bar with his teeth he
pushed the other free end into his mother's mouth.  They kept fucking like
that, their hands intertwining, naked sweaty flesh drenched in the
intoxicating red glow, squirming against each other while they bit the
chocolate and swallowed, their mouths coming closer with every bite before
they both finally erupted into a terrific orgasm as they met each other in
the sweetest chocolate flavored kiss of either of their lives.

   "I think I speak for all of us here when I say that it was a most
wonderful swarray, Thanks Shivika." Said Shweta as she sat on her son
Ashok's lap, both of them sipping on coffee cups.  "Definitely Shweta, I
know Vinod here enjoyed himself to his heart's content," said Rita sitting
on the floor sipping on her own cup as Vinod lay with his head on her lap
licking away at her sloppy cunt and clit, "Though I could have definitely
used a little more pain and danger." She said, chuckling and brushing her
hand across her son's auburn hair.  "Come now, Rita, not every party needs
to turn into one of your snuff classes." Said Bipasha smiling, as Kaushik
was busy relocking her cunt.  "Well ladies...  I do have something in mind,
if you all care to hear." Said Shivika, a sly smile forming over her
otherwise contended face.  "Mmmph what is it Shivi?" asked Farah, breaking
away from Iqbal who was busy making out with her.  "A snuff party, with all
of us mothers' life on the line, on Holi." Said Shivika, "What are the
odds?" asked Hasina who was busy changing back into the saree that she came
in.  "Around 50-50," said Shivika "and...  we are going to be using some
REALLY special toys." She finished, her smile now a grin as she pointed
over to Janice, walking over to them with her cart and, what looked like,
multiple, large, transparent, liquid filled plastic balloons on top of it.





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