The moment she saw me looking at her , she jumped in anger , pulled my hair, hit me with stick anywhere she could. I started crying. Mansi was sent to...her room.Soon the hitting continued with Mansi. Then to me again , with uncles belt. I started bleeding from my chest , back and thighs.She drove me out of her home.With this shape i could not return home. I went to Deepa’s home. She asked me what happened . I told her my tutor hit me. She asked me to take bath , and prepared hot water for me.. "It'll be too obvious if you stick your head under the blanket. Better have you sit on my lap – but not 'til YOU'RE ready." It's a long way to Washington," she cooed, "we can take care of you now and still have plenty of time for you to play some more with me."Dave's heart was as soft as his dick was hard. Here he had wanted to take his time to please her, and she was instead intent on pleasing him.Just then, Tiffany draped her jean-clad leg over his. He continued to probe with his fingers and. Her firm and tender tits looked even bigger on her 5'3 frame and despite being 35 years old Fahima looked at least 10 years younger. Gym had really helped her keep a tight body, she was an anomaly amongst Pakistani housewives who at the same age had grown fat and ugly while she looked to be in her prime. She loved the attention all the men paid her when she was teaching Islamic classes at the local Muslim centre. The men adored her and the women hated her for flaunting her assets and stealing. But knew better than to ask. I looked at my wife and she had removed her clothes and was playing with herself. My key holder saw where my eyes were and she began to jack me off as I watched my wife insert her fingers in her pussy. Do you want to fuck her my key holder asked. I looked at my key holder and she asked me again. Do you want to fuck your wife? I looked over at my wife who had her legs in the air and her fingers darting in and out of her pussy and her other hand was playing with one.