I just seemed to be going lower and lower, feeling his cock rising up inside me, filling me and stretching me all out of shape.Just when I though he w...s going to split me in half I seemed to settle, holding in position, his cock finally fully buried in my cunt.I expected him to start fucking me hard at this stage but he did not. He just sat there with me transfixed by his cock. But then he gave a little hump with his cock, bouncing me.He left me sitting there, filled up my wet cunt with his. He did everything with such a sureness of touch, I was barely aware of time passing. I felt my head go back and he kissed me again. I started to say, ‘Please’ but before the word was fully uttered, his mighty hand covered my mouth again. ‘Shhh. Don’t utter a single word.’ I felt so vulnerable, which was exactly the way I had always wanted to feel. More rope, this time loops of it just above my breasts, then just below them. They were tight and I was aware how little movement I had, but there. He finally stood tall and went back to his seat with a wet patch in his trousers, all of the excitement subsequently released inside his pants.The last of the group stared at us across the table, not knowing quite what to do as Erica wiggled her ass around one again with her wet pussy calling to him. His friends urged him on as he shyly stood up and shuffled over to my wife and I making out on the sofa, watching us closely and nervously unzipping his trousers to reveal his prick. Not as long as. She was a postgraduate, doing a bit of teaching and studying postcolonial Indian writers. She relaxed a little as she talked about it, perhaps thinking the worst was over. Patel stubbed out his cigarette and stood up. He glanced at his fellow officer, Rao, and he nodded. He knew he was as eager as he was to move this along.Slowly he walked from behind the desk, watching her all the while, seeing her scared brown eyes following him as he walked round, staying always in the shadows. He moved.