Moloy could realize that Selim was fully aware about his obsession game with his baby daughter Nusrat. He felt he had mismanaged the tricky situation and ultimately chose to surrender himself to escape the critical circumstances he had created.
Selim further reminded, “Now I need you to convince your wife so that I can get back all those from her which you did to my daughter. Not only this….. I want you to watch us making those and also to clean us both up when our passion runs it’s course. I’m going to fill your wife with my low-class Muslim cum in her every hole, and you’re going to drink those from her holes…. even from my cock…. whenever I would tell you to do so.”
Moloy was both stunned and fearful hearing his nasty desires which he would have to comply. But at the same time, with his great astonishment, he was suddenly becoming aroused by the prospect of his wife being roughly used by their servant….. and it was even more fuelled with his feasible role…… in servicing him and helping him enjoy his wife.
He thought excitedly, ‘Now my wife would get to know our servant in the same intimate way that we’ve already known. Selim would ejaculate noisily with total loss of control in my wife’s holes from the power of his lust for her beautiful aristocratic body. She would be receiving a low-caste Muslim’s semen. How would she be taking all of this? Would she cry, fight, or just submit to the Muslim stud’s wicked needs to inseminate her? Would she cum for him? And the most frightening thing….. would he impregnate her too?’
Nushrat certainly did when he’d fucked her, and he’d felt all the privileges…. to have cum in her pussy and mouth… eyen in her ass. He anticipated that witnessing her experience all this would increase his attraction to her. It had all been so thrilling and good. Yes, their servant was now going to feel all of that with Sreelekha…. his devoted wife, and she was going to know an ultimate intimacy with him too.
The thought of his wife’s legs flailing around the Muslim servant’s thin waist while he poured his virile semen inside her body, maybe against her protests, drove him wild. Maybe she would finally surrender herself to his lust and masculine needs for that exquisite pleasure. She would finally have to accept his possession of her…..to relax and enjoy it.
And all these illicit thoughts made Moloy extremely horny….. he could feel his painful erection in his pants. Next moment he was thoughtful…… how he would persuade his wife into having sex with a mere servant. She knew Selim very well, as he had been working in their house for the last two years.
At first, having the chance to work in a film celebrity’s house, Selim felt like the luckiest guy in the world, and he’d always talked to her softly, lowering his head. Sreelekha, too, was pleased by his sweet nature and behavior, and in return she started treating him as a member of her house instead of a low-class servant.
Noticing their ongoing normal behaviour, Moloy couldn’t realize how he would tell his wife about Selim’s blackmailing. It was really the hardest task to him. Now he was going to have to somehow entice her into coming with him to where Selim could have access to her. He had to make his faithful wife prepare for him…..even help her becoming a slut….. and cooperate his servant to possess her lush body for his pleasure.