My lower muscle were crying with ecstasy Raman please give some more and he said to bittoo he is full inside me then very slowly he started roll our b...th bodies to place me in upper position so bittoo can come in my front hole and he did it comfortably without let coming out a bit of his penis and when I came in upper position I gave a slight push so his penis come in me fully and bittoo saw my face and told me sushma your face is blood red are you feeling pain.I said no only pleasure and it. He stirred me up, making me quake and quiver in delight.“Just fuck my ass, big brother,” I groaned, loving calling him that. My pussy clenched as my body trembled.“Fuck it so hard,” he groaned, so loud.But Mom didn't hear him. She kept working in that short skirt. She called me a slut! Look at how that hussy was dressed today. I bet she hated all the attention James paid me now. He wasn't her darling son any longer.He was my lover!His strokes were so hard, slamming into the depths of my bowels.. "Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen. This morning we have a fine selection of females. The males are this afternoon, in case you didn't realise. As usual, we begin with the untrained virgins...Lot 1..."A girl in a loose, plain dress, appeared through the curtain with a stagger, suggesting she'd been pushed, and walked slowly to the little dais, where she took her place, feet on the yellow marks, about eighteen inches apart."Sixteen years old. Virgo intacta..." the recital was interrupted by a. Think of the humiliation. Think of the pain. Think of the "what ifs" if I'd... If I'd what? There I go again. Thinking about that overbearing excuse of a man and what it'd be like to continue allowing him to do... Do what? Make me feel like a slut? To make me shed my prudish mien? To force me to see myself as something sexual? Something other than a baby-making, frumpy old housewife?Panic crept in as I neared the store. Flipping on the directional, I swerved my car into a severe U-turn. Cars.