‘?yes..’ I finally mumbled, head lowering in shame.‘Prove it loser,’ she said, a wicked glint in her eye, ‘prove that you’ll obey me. See ...hat cum in your hand?’‘?yes?’ My body trembled. Oh god, what did she have in mind? She smirked at me. ‘Wipe it off all over your ugly fucking face.’ Wipe?? I sobbed in retched humiliation. I couldn’t, could I? But I had no choice. It was either this, or face worse humiliation, publicly.Sarah stood there assuredly, hands on her hips, the very picture of. I walked inside, following my dad a few moments later. I stepped inside.I saw my mom coming from the kitchen, adjusting her loose end of the sari over her bosoms. They are as ever protruding from under the thin layer of chiffon sari, once again trying to provocate my hard-on.“How did you write the exam?” mom enquired as she came out.“Good,” I responded as my desires were watered down by the presence of my father.She took the exam pad, which I threw on the bed, and sat down. She started to go. More

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