"Not good enough slut. Be more specific!" He demanded of her, he had already warned her that he expected her to demean herself."Please Sir, will you f...ck my pussy with your beautiful hard cock? I need to feel it inside me now, before I break! I need to feel you inside me fucking me, and I know you need to cum. If it pleases you Sir, please fuck my pussy" She asked.Well what could he do when she had asked so nicely? He kissed her briefly on her forehead and whispered "Good girl slut." And went. I always love the way that I feel in her hands! My dick is not the longest, but it is fat, and in her hand it looks huge as she struggles to get her fingers around my shaft.A few moments later, I felt the side of her face press against my ass cheek. Her sexy mouth was inches from my sphincter and I could feel her exhale and blow across my freshly scrubbed ass crack. “I like watching you play football in school. I always wanted to be your quarterback so I could reach under you and play with your. He wasn’t getting anywhere closer to what I normally expected from him. I kept telling lies to him that I had enjoyed his intimacy as is expected from a typical Indian housewife. At 45, it was humiliating to resort to masturbating although it seemed the only option available to me. The fantasies about having a loud orgasm remained a distant dream. My eyes began wandering without discretion, taking glimpses of strong men, including the paperboy and even the LPG delivery man. I can’t claim to be. He had gotten out of the military and taken a position at a government research laboratory. He was one of the leading researchers in his field. He was internationally known and had the patents and technical papers to add to many other credentials. Oddly, in his current capacity, he was still occasionally gone on secret trips and would occasionally return exhausted and even bruised. Once he even came back with his shoulder all bandaged. He would never let me see the injuries but had several.