“How much pain does she like out of the box?” He asked Mr. Shaver, who’s answering laugh had a sharp edge of cruelty mixed with lust.“It does...’t matter what she likes, Pete. Does it, Lilly?”“No Sir.”“And why is that?”“Because I’m a dirty whore, Mr. Shaver. And Dirty Whores don’t get a say.” I’d had to repeat that phrase and variations thereof fairly often in the last six weeks. Once he even made me hand write it twenty-five times while he fucked me slowly with the thick mahogany nameplate. Nuktech gallyamule majhya lund ajoon hi maloolach hota. Majhya sotya kurvaltana taai ne aple pay phakavle and aaplya puchchit bote ghaloo lagli. Mee aturlelya najrene tichyakadi pahat hoto. Taai mhanali, ‘Tula javaloon pahiche ahe? Bagh, tula avdel. Me uthlo and taai chya payakhali baslo. Taai ne aple pay anikach phakavle ani thode var uchalle. Mag manhya khaloon haat aplya puchchivar anle and paklya phakavlya. Tichi gulabi puchchchi disu lagli. Mee nekalat tichya reshmi puchchivaroon haat. Stay calm. My palms are sweaty. I am so nervous. What is there to be nervous about? I am a married woman and we aren't doing anything. I just came to get a meal at the Waffle House and he just happens to work here. Get it together. "You sure do look cute tonight. You just coming from the club or something?" "As a matter of fact I am. I went out with some friends tonight and you know how it is after you get a couple of drinks in you; you get the munchies." He has a nice laugh. I don't think I've. He moved and his crashing hips met her on the down stroke and he growled out in satisfaction, wanting more. His speed and his motion picked up more and the bed was lightly banging up against the wall hearing her gasp out as he came ramming back down into her waiting flower. He exploded with the greatest orgasm that he had ever known or experienced in all of his 2,000 years. He growled out in a roar of triumph, feeling his thick creamy seed fill deep within the walls of his waiting queen, who.