"The only thing I can offer in defense is that I've never had anyone who I could depend upon in my life other than my parents. I've never had a boy fr...end or a lover. Al, I've never even had a real girl friend. Help me! I need to learn to trust. I want to be a good wife and lover to you. Help me!" She put her head in my lap crying. I held onto her gently caressing her cheek with one hand.After a moment, I gently pulled her up and sat her in my lap. "I love you, Lisa. I want you to be my wife.. I have always been turned on my being called a bitch, feeling like I am being used to provide pleasure to someone else, feeling helpless and....used. I was straining at my bonds to reach you, aching to taste you, to feel you use my mouth and cum on my face. I begged for your touch as I watched you slide your panties off. The burn of my bottom and humiliation of earlier fuelling my need for your pussy in my mouth. Parting my legs in the expectation that I would feel your tongue. I was begging. Sheela was getting horny every minute and so was i.I started moving my hands on her back; slowly i shifted them to her milky boobs, cupping them in my palms. We broke the kiss and i removed her kameez. The look of her boobs made me go crazy!! Milky white boobs in a black lacy bra. I started kissing her neck then moved to her boobs, i kissed and squeezed them over the bra. Sheela started removing my shirt as i played with her boobs. I picked her up and pinned her on the sofa. Sheela was lying on. It fell to the flagstone and she stood before me, nude. Beautiful. She ran her hands down her body, pausing to cup her firm peachy tipped breasts, smooth down over her stomach and caress the top of her wet sex. Her head fell forward so I could no longer see her face but watched as her hands rubbed her body everywhere. I was rock hard. She smiled and walked back into the loft, emerging with a small cup in her hand, setting it on the table beside us. Ali crawled onto the divan, kissing up my left.