He pulls my panties to one side and then to my terror,I feel the head of his hard cock against the entrance to my arse."Hey watch me pop this cherry!"...Frank calls across the room to Joey.With that he thrusts, I feel my back passage ripped apart as he entersme. I squeal with pain as his throbbing hard prick fills me and I feelthe worst pain I have ever felt."Shut up bitch," Frank pants and commences thrusting in and out of me.Again he and Joey get in rhythm, as Joey thrusts into my wife,. “Want me to drop you off at the terminal?” asked the man, as he got in the driver’s seat.“Just get me the fuck out of here!” she snarled.“Okie dokie,” he said, his voice light, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He almost sounded like one of her cousins, back home.Twenty minutes later, just as the constant squeak from one of the truck’s old windshield wipers was about to make her scream, the rain vanished as quickly as it had appeared. All that was left were a few torn clouds, staining a. I could see that her shirt had parted and her belly button was only covered by her palm. When she removed her hands, the shirt had equally parted exposing her lovely navel to me. I told her that she had a very pretty flat stomach and bend and placed my palm on her exposed navel. She laughed.I sat beside her and she made some space more me. I still had my palm on her navel. I told her that she looked beautiful in saree only because she had a flat stomach. I was slowly pressing her navel in the. Still clad in the bra and panties, I pushed her to a mirror - a full-length dressing mirror. I made her face the mirror, so she could see everything there was to see. She stood, trembling, having no idea what was next. I positioned myself behind her, picked up a scissor. Reaching my arms around her torso, I pulled the center of her bra slightly away from her flesh. I then slid one of the blades of the scissor where the two bra cups met, and sliced it through and through. The cups fell off her.