Isske room mein shayed 2 boys aur aaney waley jo shayed karachi city ke hi hain. ”Mein ne kaha“aap bilkul baifikr rahain. Mein bhi peshawer se aay... hoon aur merey parents london business ke liye wahan chaley gaye hain. Larke ka kia naam bataya aap ne?”Larka khood boola“Adnan bhai mujhey Mahboob kehtey hain”thoori dair baad wo Mahboob ko uske room mein choorh ker chaley gaye. Sun set ho raha tha. Mein apne room se nikal ker baaher aaya . Aur sun set ka dilfaraib nazarah daikh raha tha..Itne mein. We know better !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!The pimps starved us, beat us u*********s frequently, whipped our front and back with various implements, had them ****d us dozens of times daily, kept awake with stimulants that scrambled our mind, forced gallons of water and urine down our throats, fisted us to the point that our reproductive organs were irreparably damaged and had us tattooed with the word "BLACKS ONLY" or other humiliating and obscene pictures on various parts of our body's, not to speak of. ‘You little whore.’ He said through gritted teeth in my ear. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ He asked. ‘Yes.’ I practically begged. ‘What was that?’ He said. He was driving me mad. ‘I want you... I want you to fuck me.’ I panted. He pulled on my hair harder, pulling my head back further and forcing his dick into me with a swift pump. I moaned loudly, and he let out a small grunt. He placed his hands on my hips and began pounding me, hard. With each thrust, I would rock forwards, moaning. So I went up stairs and fucked my self with my fingers until I came thinking of that cock.I quickly got change and never said anything to my husband about the picture or me wanking but that night I could not get it out of my head.The next morning I got in the shower to get ready of work and was thinging how I could get to see Simon's cock.As I had a meeting and was still feeling a little horny I put a blouse,skirt and stockings on. At work I could not concentrate, all I could think of was.