“Shut up you worthless bitch. Did I command you to whimper? Did I consent for you to look at me?” Martine cast her eyes immediately to the stone f...oor, averting them from her master’s face. A tremor rippled through her nervous body, but seeing the huge bulge in the light cotton of her master’s trousers, her pussy became even more wet, its puffy-pinkish outer lips becoming coated with slick, thick viscous creamy secretions of hope. She pulled her neck up trying to watch Jean’s position, but the. And one fine day we started to chat as usual about sex and the texting went on like this.Me: Ok… Did you sleep well?Bhabhi: Yes why.Me: Just asked… I was dreaming of you… Just to know if it happen with you…Bhabhi: Oh really tell me about it exciting…Me: I was dreaming about us getting a chance… Then…Bhabhi: Ok go on… Me: Then I take you into my arm and hug you real tight squeezing you on to me… Then…Bhabhi: I’m waiting…Me: And ill push my lips rite on to your lips and push my tongue in to your. She begged me, BEGGED me! She begged me to let us keep her, like some fucking pet! So, I put her in the garage. “I mean, it’s obvious she hasn’t been house broken! Just look at her!” Nathan began to catch on, “Really!” Delia leaned down into Leila’s abject face and repeated, “I said, my husband just fucked me. HE FUCKED ME! Not you. Got that?” Leila nodded a yes, but that wasn’t enough for Delia. She slapped Leila’s face, “Whap!” “His cock is dirty, clean it!” Nathan was surprised at where this. Probably the loudest fuck I had ever had. Every time I thrusted forward, every time her ass would slap against my body, she would let out a cry of pleasure that made me want to fuck her harder.I put my hand over her mouth, muffling her enthusiastic cheer for my cock. Then I fucked her harder, my hand over her mouth, telling her what a little whore she was.Even through the muted sound I could hear her cry, "oh fuck oh fuck." Every bit of this was turning her on: the possibility of being watched,.