The atmosphere heats up

Malti then turned on the music player. Mrs. Arora then commanded me to dance for them. With **** left, I began swaying my hips and moving my arms gracefully along the Bollywood beats.

As I danced, I noticed that the atmosphere in the room was getting charged. Mrs. Arora's breathing became heavier, and her eyes took on a predatory gleam. Similarly, Mrs. Sharma seemed flushed and aroused, her gaze fixed on me intently.

Mrs. Arora then called out to Malti and instructed her to join me in the dance. Reluctantly, I paired up with the old tribal woman, matching her steps awkwardly.

As we danced together, Mrs. Arora and Mrs. Sharma began making out passionately on the couch. They kissed each other deeply, moaning softly as they explored each other's bodies. Their fingers tangled in each other's hair, and their legs intertwined as they grinded against one another.

The sight was both erotic and disturbing, making me feel increasingly uncomfortable. But I had **** but to continue dancing as they indulged in their pleasures.

As time passed, Mrs. Arora's attention shifted back to me. She pulled Malti away from me and motioned for her to remove my saree. Malti obliged immediately, stripping me down to my bare skin.

Mrs. Arora moaned and bucked her hips, clearly enjoying my efforts. But after a few minutes, she stopped me abruptly. "What's wrong with you girl? You're supposed to pleasure me, not **** me!"

She turned to Mrs. Sharma, who was still engrossed in her own pleasure with Malti. "Shilpa you haven't trained her properly."

Mrs. Sharma looked up guiltily. "I'm sorry Arora ji I didn't know she would be so inexperienced."

Mrs. Arora waved her hand dismissively. "Never mind. Malti can teach her."

Malti eagerly stepped forward, pulling me towards her. She pushed me down on my hands and knees and positioned herself above me. Then, she spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto my face.

I gagged as her wet pussy pressed against my mouth, filling it with her juices. She moaned and rocked her hips, grinding herself against my tongue roughly. It felt like I was being suffocated by her massive flesh, but I had **** but to endure it.

As Malti fucked my face, Mrs. Arora and Mrs. Sharma continued their passionate encounter on the couch. They groaned and moaned loudly, their bodies moving frantically against each other.

Finally, Malti reached her climax, her body shuddering as she came on my tongue. She pulled away from me, panting heavily.

Mrs. Arora then took pity on me and told Malti to stop. I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air and wiping the saliva from my face.

Mrs. Arora approached me and helped me up gently. She held me close and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry child I'll make it up to you."

Her lips met mine in a gentle kiss, her tongue probing my mouth softly. It felt tender and loving, a stark contrast to the earlier brutality. I responded hesitantly, unsure of what to make of this sudden affection.