I’d never before said the word ‘fuck’ with such deliberate intention. It was an utterance that flowed from an overwhelming desire. Your room wa... larger than most, two Modigliani prints dominated the white walls, and from the ceiling, downlights spotted the leather sofa and suffused the area with a soft ambiance. To the left was a door, slightly ajar, I could see a queen-sized bed. Placing your purse on the sofa, you said, “Have a guess why I chose this room?” “You got it at half-price because. Main bistar pe lete lete uska lund chat rahi thi. Uski gotiya chus rahi thi. Ahmed mere stan joro se masal raha tha. Aur gand pe thappad mar raha tha. Aaj use bohut josh chada tha woh mujhe jyada jor laga ke marne laga tha.Mujhe us dard se bhi uttejna ho rahi thi. Main bhi soch rahi thi main sach mein ek randi hu. Jo apni suhagraat pe kisi aur ka mangalsutra pehen ke apne Musalman yaar ka lund chus rahi hu.Tabhi darwaja khula aur Sunil aur Rakesh ander aye. Main jaldi se apne app ko dhakne lagi. I heard the bag rustle then a squelch like lotion or some other liquid, then I felt the plug, the tip cool and slippery, nudging at my ass. Slowly he eased it in, and it was painless, thanks to my play earlier and the substance he’d covered it with. I moaned softly as it slid in, my rosebud clenching tightly around the base. Then I was allowed to sit regularly on the couch once more. “How does it feel?” Daddy asked.“It feels good... full, but not as much as when it was your cock,” I said. I asked him inand made straight for the stairs. He followed me as I walked upthem, growing fear in my stomach and disgust at what I was goingto have to do. We entered my bedroom and he looked embarrassed. Isat on the bed and he joined me, sitting leaving a gap betweenus. I looked around the room trying to see were Emily had put thevideo camera. Nothing seemed out of place but I knew that hiddensomewhere was the device that was going to record my latesthumiliation. Martin smiled and moved.