“Ask her!” Gwendolyn whispered.“If he doesn’t fuck you,” I whispered as quietly as I could. Hardly able to emphasize fuck as much as I wante.... She moved with my light breath like a leaf in a stiff breeze, “I’m going to be so much better in bed than you are.”I saw the Raena I had thought I had known when she turned to me. Her lips were in an ugly competitive sneer.“I can’t tell you what she’s feeling Matthew,” Gwendolyn was saying, “This is between you and her.”“And the brunette!” Sara said from. She was sucking like a perfectionist. My hands were on her hair and back, she was making me mad. With eyes closed and she was doing the play I was above cloud 9. I stopped her as I didn’t want to cum in her mouth.I pushed her back and started fingering her cunt. After a few seconds, she stopped my hand and told me, “Lund daal.” As she becomes wild, she starts to use typical Hindi words. Again her words were, “Lund daal chut mein.” I got on to her and my dick went inside in a second.The reason. Anyway, the best was when we went downtown at noon time, to an alleybehind some businesses. There were areaways between the buildings that keptyou from being seen from the street or the buildings themselves. Of course,there was always a chance someone would either walk or drive down the alley,making you very visible. My wife wore a black lace garter belt, brown stockings with back seams,black spiked heels, black lace bra, and a dark green mini wrap dress, whichtied in the front. We. "I'll be your little blood slave." I'm serious," Sylvia insisted. "Especially around Anita. I'll make it worth your while and be your cocksucker when we're alone."Danny swallowed and nodded. "Deal."They got out of the limo and entered the run down looking factory building. The inside was pretty much empty apart from a couple of ancient-looking, unidentifiable machines and a wooden stairway leading up to an office at the rear of the factory floor."Upstairs," instructed Sylvia leading the way..