Again and again I pounded her like the slut she really was. After fucking her for several minutes, I told her to switch positions so I could fuck her ...oggy-style. She turned over and put her tight little ass in the air. A little blood was coming from her twat but that was to be expected from her popped cherry. It certainly didn’t slow her desire to have my dick deep inside her. While I was fucking her, my eyes were fixated on her sweet puckered asshole. I licked a finger and put it in that. I wouldn't commit so she left me and I had no one to blame but myself. Fast forward three years and she and I are now married, to different people. Although we no longer conversed, I thought about her often and the desire to reconnect with her continued to weigh on my mind. There were so many things I missed about her. She was smart and I knew she'd advance as far in her field as she wanted to go. She was incredibly sexy as well. When we would hit the club scene, she turned heads in her. "I got a bid for 50 cents from that young man right over there, do I hear 75 cents... , the Auctioneer intoned in his usual sing-song manner.I held my breath and waited, hoping no one else would bid on it. It was with a great sigh of relief, I finally heard the Auctioneer say, "Going once, going twice, Sold—to that young man for 50 cents!"A little while later Grandpa and I loaded my newly acquired, but very ancient RCA Victrola into his old truck and headed down the country roads for home.Once. I do not know whether Ramlal at all heard it, as he was so much engrossed in crushing my gaand with both hands. I was writhing in ecstasy due to this male fondling on my very sensitive organs, the ass and was muttering in sexual pain. I just then felt Ramlal had taken his palms off my gaand and I thought he must have heard Master-ji's alert.No way. Ramlal was now demanding more! Till such time he was touching and squeezing me and now without even taking permission, he started pulling my.