With this thought in mind, I felt a little bolder and took his face in my hands. Second time in the day he looked at me in complete disbelief. I was s...ill smiling as our eyes met. With his face still in my hands, I asked him“Baba, what’s wrong, why are you being so difficult?” I pretended ignorance.He was blushing like a baby feeling my hands on his cheeks. I could sense the rush of blood on his face. There was pregnant silence in the room. I felt him melting in my hands. With one hand on his. Most of the time that we fought, it was over something stupid I had done. I forgot to call him, it took me too long to get ready, I wasnt dressed sexy enough, I was dressed too sexy, I disagreed with him on something. If any of his friends even thought to flirt with me, even jokingly, he would get a fist in the face and I would get called a slut. Those were the nights he really seemed to get the most out of fucking me. The nights when he was calling me a slut and saying he was going to treat me. Rachel had no idea who she was, and she just looked at her for a moment. Dealing with strangers was NOT her strong suit. Nor a suit she even had in the closet, to be honest. The woman smiled, a completely honest smile, and spoke again."I'm sorry to bother you, but I saw you walk away from the hotel desk ... is there anything I can do?"Rachel must have shown something on her face that told this stranger some of what was going through her mind, as she sat down on the far end of the couch giving. I moaned loudly, feeling wave after wave of pleasure.“Ohhh. Fuck me.” I groaned. I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, but I didn’t care anymore, it just felt too good. “Fuck me” I breathed.He slid out a little bit, and then went back in. In and out, pumping his massive cock into me over and over again, stretching my tight asshole as my dick was pumping in and out of Mike’s mouth, his tongue sliding over my tip and then down my shaft, faster and faster.They were fucking me so good that I.