I had to cancel both because of the bigfucking bruise on my face. One thing I'm not going to tolerate is Jackhitting me. That's just not right or fa...r or anything like that. I'mnot going to turn into one of those hookers who get hit by theirmanager. I'm not fucking doing that. My face is sore. I can barelymove from the sex and the massive dildo and now I have a black and blueface and marks on my neck. I look like shit and I feel like shit. Icouldn't eat again today. I'm worrying about. I was sobbing and babbling, ?Oh please help me? please stop? somebody help me please?? Then I heard a knock on the front door.I snapped my head up and screamed for whoever was there to come in. I didn?t care who it was I just had to get off this infernal machine. The knocking grew more insistent and I screamed into the gag with all my might, ?COME IN? PLEASE HELP ME? COME IN DAMN IT? COME IN!? Then the knocking stopped.In bitter despair I sobbed knowing I would be days before somebody found me.. I groan with pleasure as it slides in. Resting her hands on my stomach, she begins bouncing on top of me. I watch as her boobs bounce together with her. What a sight. She hands started to walk down to my chest and I reached out to grab hers. Soon I too was matching her rhythm, lifting up my hips when she came down. She would throw her head back whenever she felt my dick penetrate in the deepest part of her pussy. Both were panting from both exhaustion and gratification."Let me *pant* try. The foursome had hit it off great from the first and Phil had "fallen in lust" with Kavita, one of the sexiest women he'd ever met and a very sexy and sensual Indian babe. He and Kavita had readily paired off and Phil had finally gotten his cock buried inside Kavita's horny pussy and fucked her to orgasm.While Phil had been drilling Kavita's cunt, her husband Mahesh had Phil's wife, Pam, to himself over on the other couch and he'd gone to work with her just as quickly. Mahesh found himself so.