"Are you my big-titted, cum-sucking worthless little fuck-toy?" Yes, Danny," she hissed without hesitation. "I'm your slut, I'm your fucking slut." G...od girl," I whispered, and dropped the whip onto the bed. I pressed my hand down firmly on the back of her neck until her pert ass was high in the air, vulnerable and exposed. The tattered, blood-smeared remains of her black lace panties hung around her hips. The sight ignited a dark fire in me, an overwhelming desire to break this bitch, to make. Nichols. Yeah, sure. Look, you better get over here, 'Bradford's raping your girl. Hell, I don't care what you do to him. Bradford doesn't work for me any longer. Just don't kill the son of a bitch. I don't want you in jail."Nichols hung up the phone with a decisive click. "That takes care of our Mr. Bradford, once and for all. But what about you?"Debbie didn't know what he meant for a minute. Then it hit her. She could sue the team. She could make millions off this. But something about the way. Sheila placed her hands flat on the table to balance herself. Before she knew what was happening, his strong rough hands had bunched up her caftan and she felt the cool morning air on her thighs and ass. ‘Rukiye! Stop!’ she commanded him, spreading her legs to brace herself. Perhaps all it did was present the Thakur with a stable target. His hands roamed under her caftan and quickly discovered she was wearing nothing beneath. He stroked her belly with one hand and slowly crept upward to check. . . . .MMMMMAAAAAA”She just managed to cut off the phone as Subhash pressed her throbbing clit hard with his tongue and then flicked it a couple of times. All thoughts of her husband vanished as a surge of liquid heat rushed through her loins over powering all her other senses.He again stopped at the entry of the pussy. By now Zoya’s moans were clearly signifying her desire to get fucked.“You want to get fucked?” Subhash asked in a whisper.Zoya nodded.“Again. Your ‘husband’ has just done that..