The whore rubs her barely covered tit into his arm. As usual she barely covers her ass. The party is going well as ever. People are swimming, laughin..., and having a good time. I decide to put my plan into motion. I excuse myself from the group of friends I am with and head for the diving board. My ass jiggles a bit and I could feel several pairs of eyes on it. I only have eyes for him though. I watch him as I climb the short ladder to the diving board. I walk out onto the board, bounce on it,. ..My brother came to help-out. My brother’s name is Rajesh. You all remember him from My Sweet Revenge story. I was very happy to see him.We had dinner and my breasts started to hurt, I excused myself and went upstairs to start my pumping. I got the suction cups ready and started the pump. One minute passed and I smelled something burning, it was the pump and it died. Oh Shit. I called my brother, Rajesh, can you please drive to the nearby pharmacy and pick up a new pump. It might be closed. The Brits couldn't even make other equipment that ran either. Having reliable, mechanically top of the line equipment like the Germans almost beat the English twice if the Yanks hadn't saved their sorry limey asses, not once but twice. Fortunately, Joseph was pretty good at fixing up the Jag when it broke every so often and was able to get one of the local mechanics in Nairobi to come out to the Stanford mansion from time to time to do the more intricate repairs. As was the custom, the. His hands were so big her head looked like a grapefruit comparing to them. He started fucking her throat faster. It was hard to believe she was only taking a little more than half of his cock down her throat. He got even rougher and pushed his cock even deeper, it seemed impossible for his dick to go deeper but he pushed and pushed and suddenly his cock jumped a little farther down her throat as if it had managed to pass through something tight. He stopped going back and forth and just held on.