Or not come home until late at night, claiming he had to work, and then say he's not feeling well and beg you “Can't we do this tomorrow instead?”...or something similar. He might whine and whimper and complain that being fucked in the ass like that makes him feel like a fag. He might engage in all sorts of other efforts to divert your attention away from his asshole and from what needs to be done. Ignore it, and discipline him if necessary. Don't hesitate. Your will must be greater than his.. Unki chaddi se ek alag ki mardani khushboo aarahi thi. Bohut kasrat kar maine unki chadi utar di. Ab pehli baar maine unke lund ko dekha. Woh kafi bada aur kaala tha. Unke gote bhi kafi mote the.Maine unka lund haath main leke usse sehlane laga. Fir kuch dere bad jab woh poora khada tha uske tip to apne jeeb se choo ke use chatna chalu kar diya. Kuch samay baad woh poora gila hogaya.Ab maine unka poora lund mooh mein lene ki koshis ki. Kuch der baad woh poora andar chala gaya. Ab unhe maza. I continued for a while and then pulled out and entered her tight ass. As I passed her sphincter she tensed up and screamed. I slid in until I was slapping my nuts against her juicy pussy. Susan’s eyes were closed, she had her hands under her hips lifting her pussy up to meet Lesly’s probing tongue. Lesly was shoving her ass back into me making my nuts slap her pussy even harder. She reached under her and started to rub her swollen little clit. She shuddered and bucked as her orgasm over took. They made me remove my watch and earrings, too. I slipped them into my shoe and handed the stack of clothes to the guard. Next was fingerprints and photographs. It was like some bad crime drama on TV, only I was the criminal.When they finished with me, I was led to a room with a prison-style bunk bolted to the wall. A table was bolted to the floor on the other side of the room with two office-style chairs pulled up on either side. I curled up in a tight ball on the bunk with my back against the.