"Fuck yeah, boy, you was made for this," he said as he grabbed my scruffy blonde hair and started to gently rock his hips back and forth "Shit you gon...a make me bust a nut in yo sweet ass mouth."'I would love nothing more,' I thought to myself. I started to rub his thick muscly thighs through his camo pants while I was working his dick around my mouth, sucking him furiously, bobbing my head up and down his sweet manhood. I slid my hands up his legs and started to rub his hard abs, he then. She came out in a red salwar and patiala. My mind was blown looking at her in those clothes.On our way to the shopping mall, we started chit chatting and she revealed that she likes sex a lot and is not getting everything she wants from Abhay I drove her to the less crowded malls near by and we started shopping. She was sincerely searching for something good and was totally involved in it. Whenever she walked I say her ass cheeks juggle inside her patiala. My cock was now completely hard and. I woke up again in the afternoon, my body still hurting. But I was able to get up. I looked at my arms and legs. Red weals around my wrists and ankles and across my whole body. I stood up and walked to the mirror. I was naked and could see everything. I smiled, almost laughed. My body was covered with weals and bruises. My face looked like it had an encounter with a bear. Cuts on the lips, bruises around the eyes and cheeks, both eyes blood-shot, the right eye swollen. Even my throat had. “I’ve learned my lesson.” She turned and smiled at Rod. “He... he’s a good master,” John looked at him nervously. Rod had seen that look before. He remembered a husband who had come home unexpectedly one afternoon and caught him and his wife coming down stairs as he came through the front door. He looked surprised and yet Rod detected that his suspicions had been confirmed. There was no “What the hell is going on,” or any outward sign of anger and emotional hurt. Rod later learned that he had.