I felt his hand on my thigh again, this time more pressure and he was pulling my knee apart slightly and slowly, as if he was hesitant. I slid my lowe... leg over my knee and felt the cool air rushing up my thighs to the apex of my legs, to the small triangle of cloth that I was wearing under my mini-skirt. My ankle was now on my knee, my legs spread as far as they would go without blatantly holding my knees apart. I realized I had been staring at Mark’s face and turned to look out across the. "But we not chop virgin head. You be deflowered," she added. She motionedto the minders and I was lowered from the overhead rail and again forcedto walk through the streets barefoot wearing just my camiknickers to whatseemed to be a prison. I was jeered, ridiculed and spat on again as Iwalked cuffed and hobble chained.The classy woman handed me over to a jailer who with two others had metied face down over a short bench. My legs were spread wide. I was leftlike that for two hours. Then two. Thodi der bad hum log phir normal hua maine use ghori banaya uski gand ki hole ko thoda failaya aur apne lund ka supara uspe set kiya aur ek dhaka mara apna pura ka pura lund uski gaand mein daaldiya woh rone lagi ahhhh mummyyyy marrrr jaungiiii nikal dooooooo plzzzzz aur uski aakhon se aasu nikalne lage maine in sabko nazar andaz karte hua use full speed se chodta rha aur woh roti rahi aur mai fast hota chala gaya aur last me 30 min bd mera pura cum uski gand mein chala gaya aur mai relax ho. It was something obscene, taboo and yet utterly erotic. Montague forced an inch in and then slowly withdrew. I tried to adjust to the feeling of intense fullness when I felt another lunge and another two inches of solid black cock found its way deep into my stretched womanhood. He allowed his cock to slip back an inch before he pushed forward again. As he thrust his muscular buttocks forward his strong arms pulled my waist to him. He allowed his cock to slip back before he pushed forward again.