In this duration I was in daily touch of Gang’s doctor, who was checking me daily and giving me proper medicines to relieve the pain of my Gaand and...to make that again as usual tight and fit for next ass fucking. After two days I was almost OK : and today was the day when I had to reach the fucking complex again for my next chudai (fucking) session. After my college was over I reached there. As usual I was welcomed by the same team of makeup men and beauticians. I was told that today all the 10. He tried to keep up but Melissa was a very rhythmic dancer. He made a smart excuse to get them drinks. A few moments she was in the small area of people where they have gathered to dance. Her hips and arms sway to the music, her eyes close. He's watching her. She decides since he's watching her anyway, let's make a show of it. Her black heels were just tall enough to give her legs and ass a nice shape, but not so tall she was floundering every time she had to walk. Her top was a soft satin. One day I decided to go a little further. When she got out, I took her by the hair and pulled her into the woods. I had grabbed her panties from the car first. I instructed her to take off her shoes and stockings. She did so with a frightened look on her face. I tied her to a tree with her stockings, her back to the tree. I shoved the panties in her mouth. I opened her blouse and her front opening bra, her 40D tits spilling out. I bit and sucked at her nipples driving her wild. I pulled on them. He could see it too, and he moaned softly. I stroked him once, my thumb circling the head of of his cock. He still seemed nervous, so I pulled back, retracting my hand from his now bulging cock. I grabbed one of his hands and moved it under my skirt, to my soaking wet thong. He started breathing heavily as he touched my wetness. I leaned into him, my breasts pushing into him, and stood on tip toes to reach his ear. See how wet I am? I want you, NOW! I want you to fuck me deep and hard and I.