My wrists were tightly bound behind my back with soft black ropes. The restriction made my heavy breasts push out even more as I knelt on all fours on the couch, completely helpless. My pussy and asshole were still gaping slightly from the brutal double penetration, both holes red, swollen, and leaking my juices.

Jamal’s phone was on speaker. The voice of my biggest paying fan — a rich married Indian man who always called me “his innocent goddess” in private messages — filled the room.