Poor darling, did I fuck you too hard? Can you handle it, sweetie?” He jested as she quivered beneath him. Warm juices from her orgasm soon encircle... his cock and spilled down her ass. “Oh, Mr.Uri!” Arabella moaned as a blithesome tear rolled down her temple. “Oh Arabella, you’re going to take it...you going to take it sweetie, to the very end,” he panted. “Oh, Mr. Uri...Oh God! Oh Mr. Uri!” She yelled out as his humping quickened due to his own near orgasm. A second climax overtook her as his. She had called him several times since Monday, both at his office and at home, and left messages as she'd not been able to catch him since Monday morning. Nothing, he hadn't returned any of her calls or otherwise contacted her. She'd sent him a flurry of e-mails as well, and those too were apparently ignored. She was starting to get more than a bit upset. Yes, things were going okay, no thanks to him, but that wasn't the point. No matter how well things were going, even if some of it was. I tried to quicken my pace but I heardfootsteps getting closer. I looked back to see the guy from the bar. Hegrabbed my arm, spun me around, and pinned me up against a brick wall."You can't take drinks all night from a guy and not expect to put out," hesaid as he pressed his body closer in to mine."You don't understand," I whimpered."I understand perfectly. You're a cocktease, and you're going to get whatyou deserve."Jesus. This was no longer funny. I had to get away from this guy. I duckedfrom. Keeping my clothes clean was the toughest task in this group masturbation.I made up my mind to enjoy the college maid and satisfy all my sexual desires and fantasies with her. I started planning and executing it accordingly. At first, I started to establish a strong bonding (friendship) with her. I talked with her in Kannada, the regional language and my mother tongue.We slowly shared our lunch with each other, talked about current affairs, politics, economics, films, and society in general.One.