The thing had a deep v-neckline that showed off Ashley's figure very well. The smooth fabric fell smoothly over tummy and hips to a very low waistline...where there was an inch-wide hem, several inches below the point of her hips. From there, a series of what looked like sheer, black scarves to Brad fell in layers to a point a few inches above her knees.Ashley said it was a "handkerchief hem," which meant nothing to Brad. To explain his position in the matter, he adapted an old saw about not. Porn got over but we started talking about sex. As we where talking about sex ravi asked me how often I masturbate? I said maybe once or twice in month. Ravi was playing with his tool, he was squeezing dick through jeans while talking about sex and looking at me as if gonna have sex with me. I asked him how hairy your dick area is and he said too less and he don’t even shave. As per ravi said he was not having hair growth down that side. So I was surprised and replied how it can be possible at. ”The humiliating words shot through me. I squirmed more as her pussy spasmed about my fingers. Juices flooded from her cunt. I made her cum. Her moans became yowls of pleasure. She thrashed on the bed, trying to rip my hair from my head.“Drink it all, slut. Drink it! You gods-damned whore. You thought you were strong. But you weren’t.” Her breasts heaved a final time, and then she let go of my hair. “Now strip, you whore.”“S-Strip?”“D-Did I st-stutter like you,” she hissed, mocking me. Her hand. You have taught me many things, inside and outside the bedroom. I am a very successful woman and self-sufficient but need a strong man as my mate. Feminists won't like me. I don't want to be your equal, Eric. I want you to be stronger in some ways. I want to be softer and lean on you sometimes. I trust you and submit to you in the bedroom and this makes you feel powerful. I come to you for advice in my life. You see me as better than I see myself. You want me to succeed. You care enough to give.