I could literally feel her hole stretching and her body trying wriggle off the pain. It took her a while to get adjusted to this and start enjoying. S...on, she was pushing back on my cock and enjoying herself fully.“Krish, you’re one hell of a fuck.”“Garima, you are one hell of a whore.”“Well, I’m not.” She said, ”But you can make me your whore. Aaah! Holy fuck!”I happened to have a look at her watch. We had been at it for over an hour. But we kept going. There was a point where I forgot that I. Cohen provided, but they were never allowed to tarry on site during its application.This regulation was necessary to preclude any disruption of the procedures by men too well accustomed to crossing boundaries, arrogantly and at will, with these same young ladies. Of course, Dr. Cohen fully endorsed and supported these sponsors' sexual privileges with respect to their young wards, anywhere, that is to say, but within the sanctuary of his clinic during treatment sessions.The rule's steadfast. "I ran my hands over every curve of that perfect body - her thick thighs and ripe arse, the baby-soft skin around her hips, and those round, heavy, immaculate tits that bounced freely beneath her top. I kneaded their soft flesh and pinched her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She yelped at my touch, gasping with pained ecstasy."That's it. Please," she begged, "Fuck me like that!"Her perfume smelled sweet, like strawberries, and I lapped up beads of dewy perspiration as I kissed her. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee and something that smelled delicious drifted into the bedroom from the kitchen below.I groggily got out of bed, grabbed a robe, and headed downstairs as I tried to finish waking up. When I arrived, I saw Angela curled up on the window seat, sipping a cup of coffee and staring outside.When she heard me enter the kitchen, she turned quickly and tried to put on a smile."Good Morning, Master!" she said when she saw me.I could tell that she had been crying by the.