She had learned to keep the clip as close to the very tip of her nipple as possible to create the greatest pain. But it wasn’t really pain, it was j...st one more sensation taking her higher and higher. Then the music and conversation faded slightly and the sounds of sex filled the room. It was time to put the clothespin on her clit and turn the vibrator up to maximum. She was almost there when the pounding started on her front door.“No, no,” she moaned painfully. “Go away,” she tried to say, but. She said that she will change her sari and come and went inside the bedroom, I slowly followed her and peeked in the room, she first removed her sari, she was not wearing any petticoat inside, and unhooked her blouse buttons and removed her blouse, and she was not wearing the bra also. So I slowly grabbed her from behind and I covered her boobs with my hand and we both fell on the bed. She laughed and turned me and hugged me tightly. I planted a kiss on her lips and she responded me well and I. He held it there and removed his foot from my back. I suddenly felt the cold lube soak my asshole as he plunged his middle finger in and started jamming it in my ass hard. "Do you like it in your ass, Cheyenne?" "I don't know," I quietly said. "I've never had it in my ass." "Well let me show you," Mark said, as he pulled out his middle finger, and then pushed in his middle and index fingers together. I felt my hole get pried open to accommodate his thick fingers. There was pain, but it also had. ...Whatever it takes, isn't that what you said?" I took the book from her hands and flipped to pictures and descriptions of blow jobs and tongue techniques. Fortunately, my stiffy was not noticeable under my coat. "It looks like the right technique to me," I said and added jokingly, "and I am an expert in the receiving end." She laughed. "So what are you doing wrong?" She looked at me for a moment or two, kind of sizing me up and asked if I would like to join her for some coffee. Sure, why.