The rules were pantyhose on at all times everywhere except for the sexroom which was rarely used. We came here to be with other members not tohide awa..., it was better etiquette to take a member home for that sort ofthing. So I pushed my pantyhose-covered cock into Rich's ass and rubbedup and down a few times. As I was already close I quickly grabbed hiships and pummeled him as if I we were fucking, moving his ass up anddown, feeling his cheeks around my cock through the hose. I suddenlyerupted,. This man was an arrogant, presumptuous, pompous, self-centered and soulless ass. To hell with keeping my temper in check, he had crossed a line. ‘I am not your possession. You can not just sell me to the highest bidder because it serves your purpose. I will not sacrifice my honour and my pride to meet your ends. I may have no experience with men or romance, but that is of my own doing and choice. I am the only person who gets to choose what is done with my body.’ I stated lividly, my cheeks. Ye sun kar to bua ek dum chup ho gayi. Meine bola ki bua main bada hu aur mujhe pata hai ki bachche kaise hote hain. Chalo batao ki din mein sex karte the. Wo boli kit u pagal ho gaya hai aise baatein nahi karte so ja. Par us raat main puri tarha bua ko seduce karna chahata tha so meine puchna jari rakha. Haar kar wo boli ki haan din me sex karte the. Bas fir kyat ha mera kaam ban gaya.Fir meine bua se poocha ki ab to sex nahi kar pati hogi . kab se sex nahi kiya aap logon ne to wo boli ki 10. “Yes, I trust you, David. I trust you with my life. I’m yours, Tiger,” she said with a sniffle.“Then trust me when I tell you that if you had been raped, that it would’ve hurt me way more than my simply being in a hospital for a week. My broken arm, my cracked ribs, and my stitched head will heal over time, as I said. If you had of been raped, though, well, my spirit would have been wounded for life. CC, maybe you don’t value yourself, and I can’t make you do so, but I can certainly decide how.