She had been doing that for almost six hours straight.“Are you enjoying yourself, Vicki?” Betsy asked.“No.”“I’m sorry to hear that.”“L...ave me alone,” Vicki said.“I’m just trying to be friendly.”“Leave me alone.”“I guess you don’t want to be my friend,” Betsy said giving the woman a grin that sent shivers of fear through her.“I’m sorry,” Vicki whimpered.“What are you sorry about? Trying to hurt me or not wanting to be my friend?”“I’m sorry for everything.”Betsy released her hold on the bars and. .. but abruptly, she realized the loss of his delightful tongue and lifted her head to gape in confused disappointment."Oh please... please don't stop, lover!" she almost pathetically hissed down at him, suddenly grasping hold of his huge head with gentle hands. "More, baby... lick it more... please... ?"He let her guide him back down between her quivering, anxiously spread thighs, a whimper an animalistic groan of her own, the blonde, lust-intoxicated young wife drew her knees back to her. (If you got my last reference, then you and I have great but disturbing taste in men). Yah, he’s that guy. And this is the story of how he fell in love with me without knowing that I was the villainess. I’m writing this to tell you what not to do if your ever lucky enough to actually catch that guy because now I’m about to lose him. And its all my fault. It all started with the typical party. But before we go into that, I think you should have some background me. I come from a pretty rich. She told about her husband, he married her in India brought her to USA and started torturing her for more dowry, so she came out of the house. Also, she said she didn’t have sex with him after the first night, which was 4 years ago. She also said she enjoyed a lot with me.The next day she went to swimming with her old friend and she was in black clothes. When she came back home I was dumb stuck seeing her in those wet black clothes I immediately removed her clothes, gave her a best tongue fuck.