"That's something else I haven't had time to do," I lamented. Sylvia often brought groceries when we had dinner together but I had not told her Laura ...as going to be home for the day. I hadn't had a haircut for a month and had not cleaned or done housekeeping chores for weeks."Can you find time for a shave?" she laughed, brushing her hand across my chin.We had a sandwich and a glass of milk. There was a bowl of fruit in the center of the table. Laura gazed across the table at me like she was. ..oh my god....fuck me...please, fuck me...harder...harder...please." By this point I didn't care who heard us. I probably wouldn't have cared if every guy in the dorm lined up outside his door to take turns fucking me. "Tell me what you are." He said as he slapped me on the ass once again. "I'm...a...oh yeah..oh yeah...right there daddy...I'm....a ...slut. I'm a cocksucking fag....I'm a whore...I'm your whore...ohhhh...eeeee"I could barely form words. He noticed and just focused on fucking me,. I am software engineer and my husband is a sales director in a reputed mnc. Before marriage I use to work in pune and I got many proposals from the boys but I turned them off….. I mostly use wear a salwar and rarely jeans. Girls around me says that I have very shinning skin and good body shape, even they use to encourage to make friends with the boys and enjoy the life… I turned them all as I believed that any advances (even a kiss) before marriage is sin. I was very happy with my marriage and. I looked down and did laugh to myself, they would have looked quite funny on her in that outfit. She was enjoying that vibrator too much for me. In fact, she was enjoying it all too much for me. I threw the vibrator still on into my tool bag and just put my full clenched hand into her pussy, as far as I could. I stretched it to it’s maximum. I was fist fucking her and how she screamed. The more I did it the more I felt turned on. I pulled it out and she screamed. It must have hurt and damaged.