"She thought she couldn't breathe."B-better?" she managed, swallowing hard and hissing the words out."Lower. Lower." He commanded the words and Gwen c...mplied, letting her hands work down to the center of his back."Is that good?" Lower."She moved her hands down to the small of his back and rubbed near the top of his trunks. She thought about last night, the noises he had made with Sybil, what he had said about thinking about her, about the way he had talked to his wife in the security of his. Marriage was too hectic, and after 2 days of continuous rituals, we were told to sleep together. Our first night was totally wasted as my new wife was too tired to even remove her jewelry. I, too, was snoring lightly in no time.The next day we were on a train to Tirupati. My cock was constantly begging for sex, and I kept admiring Vennila’s boobs. During the entire trip, the only time we got a chance to get close, I had performance anxiety.Normally I would maintain a constant hard-on, looking. Alan chuckled at how eager the girls were after they received their first tip to answer the door.Cheyenne launched herself at the door when someone knocked. Her long brown hair whipped behind her as she presented herself at the screen door. Her tits bounced slightly as she welcomed the man inside. “Hello, Sir, welcome to our house,” she said. She knew him. She had seen this man several times over the last few years. She never bothered to learn his name.“Hi Cheyenne, why are you acting so. “Are you alright Joseph?” she asked. “Yes I uhhh I am fine,” I told her while still feeling those powerful emotions running through me. She smiled that awesome sweet smile of hers. I loved that about her but hadn’t said it. She rides in almost every day and sells eggs and milk to dealers in town. I watched her finish up her work. I was amazed at just how good a dealer she was, turning down offers, or accepting them here or there. Greta was very good at what she did for a young woman of only 27.