There on the bed I saw some ladies clothes which consisted of a new one piece red dress, a black bra along with a black-red thong panty, a pair of sto...kings and some jewelries. I asked about it to Anil and in return he replied to me that those dresses were for me. My happiness knew no bounds. As per customs, we both went to bathroom for getting freshened up. Naked we went inside. Unlike last time, this time Anil allowed me touch his dick which by that time was limp.From here I shall narrate it. I was in pain now and gasping for air as I couldn't breathe. He pounded me harder and harder until he finally came, once again releasing deep inside me.Before I could catch my breath the 2nd man was down by my pussy and getting into position to go again. The 1st man this time only stood aside and watched. The 2nd man slid easily into me as I lay limp and exhausted. I had control of my arms now but no energy to move them. I was just being shaken up and down as he moved in and out. Soon he. His eyes were set on her firm round ass. The way her muscles rippled with his movements, the perfect way she moved from the moment his dick had entered her, was unbelievable. His finger again slid down her crack. He slid it down to her sopping pussy and rewet his finger, sliding it back up slowly. He told her to relax as his finger pressed gently against her tiny hole. She obeyed with a moan, and turned her face on the pillow. She alternately watched back at him, and closed her eyes as his. He was a bull of a man, so it was right that she should have a bull cock. She thought briefly of the couplings of the farm bull with their cows - the brutish power of the coopulation, the enormity of the bull's shaft and the hugeness of the scrotum that dangled beneath, like a giant seed pod. Whebnever she had watched bulls and horses coupling as a c***d, the events had a strange effect on her, making her hot in the cheeks and giving her a guilty feeling as if she was intruding on something she.