Margie moaned in fear and shame as she felt the man’s fingers begin to play with her naked and hairless nether lips. Her eyes darted frantically at the brown skinned men who all seemed to have taken a keen interest in the fat man’s activities. When one of his thick fingers traced a line between her widening and softening labia, Margie knew that she was lost.
The finger found the little bud at the top of her s*x and, spreading her moisture over it, began to stroke and play with it. His lips had left her breast and he was standing back, his arm extended so that the Indian men could get a good view of what was happening. Margie shook and gyrated her hips to avoid the tortuous caresses to her c**t. Her breasts swung invitingly, to the apparent delight of the Indian men, and she groaned in fru
