The living room smelled thick tonight—sweat, cum, piss from last nights still clinging to carpet and walls. Door wide open—no one bothered closing it anymore. Corridor light bright, footsteps constant now. Ramesh stood just inside—khaki uniform half-unbuttoned, pants open, short dick in hand. Behind him two more watchmen—Ramu and Shyam—older, rougher, eyes dark and greedy. They carried cheap beer bottles, already half-empty. More shadows in hall—neighbors, one with phone up recording quiet.

Karan sat on sofa—legs spread, dick hard in lap. Aisha tied bent over coffee table—ass high, wrists cuffed to table legs, ankles chained wide. Boobs pressed flat to glass top—bruised purple, nipple clamps gone but skin still raw and swollen. Pussy and ass both exposed—lips puffy red, holes still loose from double stretch last time. Clit chain pulled tight—bud throbbing.