.. my hole. Whether it’s a cock or a dildo or my goddamn fist, you know that if it hurts, you just take it like a fucking bottom boy is supposed t....”“I know.” He whimpered, tears glistening in his eyes as he winced and grimaced under the harsh finger fucking. “I’m sorry, sir.”“I don’t give a fuck if you’re sorry.” The man snarled. “You are here to satisfy this.”He pointed to his cock, which seemed thicker and harder than a minute ago. Standing at attention between his legs, it oozed. In between, she was noticing that without ignoring anything I was watching her boob press. After making Rajneesh completely sleep, she turned the lights off in the room and we came out of the room, she said I am really sorry,I smiled at her and said:- why sorry? It happens.Neha:- is it?I said:- isn’t it?We laughed together andNeha:- thank you so much !! Good nightI came back in my room but couldn’t stop thinking of her, I was thinking that I wish I could also press those boobs and kissed her. I. I told her she knew I did. I was disappointed as she told me that it wouldn't go any further but...she was willing from time to time to relieve my tension. She got up kissed me on the cheek and went to her bedroom. I had to tell myself I could do a lot worse than handjobs from a sexy woman.Monday I got home early from classes. Rachel was home along in sweatpants and a t-shirt still hot but not the way she looked in that bikini.I made small talk and she came over to me. She put her hand on my. Thirty minutes later Theresa arrived and looked very business like, as usual wearing a trouser suit, a tight fitting, red blue blouse, high heal black shoes and her hair tied up in a bun. She sat down while I went to order us a drink and five minutes later a bottle of Red arrived. We made small talk as I continued to work on my laptop, ensursing that her glass was kept refreshed until I suggested we went to the restaurant to eat. The restaurant was beginning to get busy and as we entered one of.