She gave them a shy smile, still slightly embarrassed by what she had done, even though she had done it with them, and-they were, after all, no more t...an dumb animals.She went over to answer the telephone."Hello?" she said, trying to keep her voice normal, to hide the fact that she was still panting."That you, honey?" her husband asked."Sure, darling." You sounded sort of funny," said Jake. Molly wondered if a girl's voice changed after she'd had a mouthful of dog prick. Had her vocal cords. I was disheartened. What did a motherly white woman have that Charles would pass up that sexy-looking woman?My doorbell rang, and I opened the door, finding Charles holding a plate of cookies. An open shirt with low sweatpants that - if I was a betting woman - were low enough for something to show out the top. God, did he look sexy."Amy, my specialty. And I do give lessons. I hope you enjoy them."I took the plate and said, "Come on in, Charles." I knew I was playing with fire with nobody home.. If I set her to do the cleaning, then I could be certain she would have polished every surface, naked as I insisted and, if by some miracle, she had missed a spot, for I would check thoroughly, she would run to fetch a paddle or whip, accept her punishment silently and then do the thing she had missed, with the redness of her punishment fading on her skin. She didn’t even use the safe word when I strapped her to the railings of our balcony at the hotel we stayed in, on holiday, in Cyprus,. Her tears had dried up and she began enjoying. Soon I was moving with maximum speed inside her tight blazing hot pussy. “Ah, Sarfaraz fuck me, fuck me,” she continued moaning.I was moving at maximum speed now. While our bodies were entwined. Her loosened hair was all over her face adding to her sluttiness. Soon I felt my lava building up in my balls. “Pragya darling. I’m cumming. Shall I cum inside, baby?” She was in too much pleasure to answer that I only moaned.“Ah, Sarfaraz, please. I’m.