I could feel my juices dripping down my thigh. It was almost like a preconditioned response. I hated this, I knew my life was in pieces and that this ...as a living hell. But when his big cock was in me, none of that mattered. What the fuck was happening to me!?I continued to moan as he groped my tits with his big hand, and fucked me from behind. I felt him exit my pussy. I stuck my ass up, subliminally begging for his cock to come back. Instead, I moaned in pain and pleasure as his cock entered. Mounika tossed the dildo down. She got down on the floor and spread Maddie's legs. Maddie's fat pussy was already glistening with wetness.Mounika slipped her fingers into Maddie. She plunged them deep and Maddie gasped. Mounika eagerly finger-fucked her. Maddie moaned loudly. Mounika pulled her fingers out and slapped Maddie's pussy hard. Maddie cried out in pain. This drove Mounika to hit her again and again. Maddie's pussy was scarlet from the abuse. Mounika then buried her tongue. .. In the world of romance, one single rule applies:MAKE THE WOMAN HAPPY!Do something she likes, and you get points.Do something she dislikes, and points are subtracted.You don't get any points for doing something she expects.Sorry, that's the way the game is played. Here is a non-exhaustive guide to the point system:SIMPLE DUTIESYou make the bed. (+1)You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillows. (-10)You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets. (-3)You go out to buy her what she wants. He also erected a scaffold near the hut. It was about ten feet high; I used to spend most of my time on the scaffold, as it was more convenient to keep a watch from the scaffold. Everyday in the afternoon, Mansi, my young sister, used to bring me lunch. After I ate my lunch, Mansi would collect the plates and return to home while I would rest in the room during the afternoon. This same routine had been continuing for almost two months… Occasionally my mother used to come with lunch instead of.