If any of his friends even thought to flirt with me, even jokingly, he would get a fist in the face and I would get called a slut. Those were the nigh...s he really seemed to get the most out of fucking me. The nights when he was calling me a slut and saying he was going to treat me like one. Even while it was happening, I knew it was wrong. I knew it was something I needed to get away from completely, but I didnt. The truth, as I began to understand it, was that I was afraid. Not of Dean, of. Her heavy breasts pressed into my chest, I could feel her soft breasts and hard nipples on my chest. While still glued to her mouth I reached behind her and undid the knot which was holding her blouse in place. She helped me by quickly removing it from herself, I pushed her on her back and started to pull her saree from her petticoat. she helped me by lifting her ass up so I could peel her petticoat of her too. Her hands were shaking and she looked very nervous at this point, but my full. (I wonder why.) Anyway, since I had just conducted my big experiment, I thought today would be the day that I found out if I still had a best friend or not. I decided to make breakfast for the three of us to try to lessen any hard feelings. Also I needed to gauge the final reactions to know if I should leave town or not after using the trance effect. The smell of fresh coffee roused my housemates. Both had a warm smile and contented look on their face. I also noticed that neither of them tried. ...stop.....please....it hurts.....".However his protest soon turned to words of encouragement as he began to loosen up his arse and settle into the thrill of the fuck."I like it now........Oh! Mr.Wallis........I love it"."Well lad" I said "I'm going to fill your tight little bum hole with a bollock load of spunk, much the same as you dump your sperm fuck load up my wife's cunt. You don't worry about your fucking baby batter do you, you just fuck her till your balls splatter her fucking.