A hand touches me, I am dry. An erect penis touches me, and forces itself into me. My vagina responds slowly, but respond it does. I begin to get wet....He thrusts and thrusts harder; he comes into me, and slips out. A second shaft enters, thrusts, thrusts, comes, and leaves. A third follows then a fourth and a fifth. My back burns from the caning. Where the cane has cut into the skin, I feel the sting of the sweat that covers my back; some of it is even my own. They have me kneel again; I feel. . oh yes...” His whisper is so faint, perhaps only to be heard by himself.I slowly transition from a gyration to a straight up and down motion so that the back of my head comes to a stop at the tip of his cock. I press down with several short, milking strokes before slowly rolling my head back down his hard shaft. My heart jumps. I think I might have heard my name.“Oh yeah ‘Km’”He continues to softly moan under his breath as I roll my cheek over his hard cock and come to a stop, face down with. I was told by someone that Reema is having some sort of trouble in her placenta. She never can have babies and accepted by Vijay (her husband) and not interested having children. Once he told us now they are passing the age that cannot them to look after children and as their brother and sister having enough children also willing to foster them with the mass earning by Vijay. Apart from Vijay s earnings Reema also have had money to spend with some sort of business she involved. Vijay once told. As we kissed, it progressed to making out, and my hand moved up his back under his shirt. His right hand was against my left knee, hesitating to make any movement. I lifted my leg a little so his hand slid down my thigh, edging closer to my crotch. I pulled him in closer, then rolled his back against the wall and myself over his lap. At this point, I was scared to pull away from the kiss. Scared to give him the chance to tell me we couldn’t keep going. I brought my right hand to the corner of.