As I spread her cheeks wide I spit in her ass hole. Just as quickly I aggressively shove the butt plug into her ass hole. Your whore lets out a scream...and I can now hear her beginning to cry; you are still holding her arms. I move around to whisper in her ear once again, "I plugged your ass so you will keep my man out of there." As I return to the foot of the bed with your dirty whore laying face down, I reach into my handbag once again. This time I pull out my double headed dildo. I tell her. " She got up, took my hand, and led me toward the stairs. As we went up, I could see that the inside of her thighs and stocking tops were wet with both of our juices, and it stirred my spent balls. In her bedroom, she removed her black girdle and stockings, stepped into a white panty, and put on a short pink nylon robe. I was sitting naked in the chair when she went to her dresser, produced a key, and said, "When I told you about my sexuality and masturbation style earlier, I wasn't exactly. I started to stroke my dick as image of her thighs hit my senses with eroticimages. I could hear her humming and moving around out side. I saw her pantieshanging and put one to my nose. I had never done that before and my tool jerkedwildly as smell of her pussy got in ...I started to stroke while smelling herpanty and even licked it.Suddenly I heard few claps. I opened my eyes to see her standing behind me withlusty glazed look on her sexy face. I stopped stroking. She asked me to goahead, as a. Now I knew Sharat was going to tear her hole. I remembered an incident when we hired a prostitute a few years back. When that girl belittled his tool, he fucked her again and again so that the prostitute would never belittle another man’s small-penis again in her life. Now was the time for Pallavi to learn the lesson. I pitied her.“I am sorry,” she mumbled.Sharat did not heed her. He went to sink, washed his hand and went out for a smoke.“You should never insult someone like that,” I chided.