. Uski care krne lga uska jo mann hota khane ka uske liye lekar aata usko bike pr ghumata . ..Wo bi ab dhere dhere kareeb aane lgi thi aur mujhse khul...e lg gyi thi. . Pr mujhe ye pta nhi tha ki usko fuck krne ka mauka itni jaldi aa jayega . ..Sunday ka din tha main unke ghar gya bhaiya bhabi kisi relative ki kharab lene hospital gye the jo kafi bimar tha..Wo riya ko ghar pr akele chod gye the..Aur unhone mujhe phone kr diya ki riya ghar pr akeli h tum ghar pr aa jana…Main bhut khush ho. Gwen was busy moving across my tummy. The nextmoment a wet finger got plopped in my belly button. I jumped half a foot andcovered my mouth with a yelp. “Bitch, I whispered”.Gwen laughed in my ear and told me I deserved it for keeping my bod from them. I zipped myself up and composed myself.“Okay, I said”.“Let’s get this right, or were going to have trouble.”I laid out my plan. The three of us were going to dance Coach into the groundtonight. I. “Yeah,” she replied. “Keep going.” I loved the tightness her ass gave me so I plunged deeper, sticking all of my thick cock in. She gave an even louder expression of pain this time and I held there for her to adjust. After a short wait I resumed, slowly at first, but getting faster as she loosened up and her pain turned to pleasure. I came buckets after a few minutes, pulling out to get her back just as heavily as her front was earlier. She didn’t come, but said it was still fine as I rubbed my. She was defenseless and in the hands of a dangerous psychopath. She had lost every—thing now, her parents, her youth, her beauty, her freedom, her happiness. Blanchart lived in a darker world of hate, of grievances, of pain and torture. A world in which a beautiful girl was just an object to be possessed, enjoyed, and humiliated.He picked up a horse riding crop and cut through the air with it near her cheek. Then he stroked her gently down her side, above the waist. It was so soft and gentle it.