Somesh started to kiss her stomach and lick her navel. But as he did so, he heard his mom’s breaths go harder.Somesh: Amma, why are you breathing ha...d?Kamala: Because, the more you touch me there, I feel good. When women feel good they breathe harder.Then Kamala removed the hooks of her blouse and removed her blouse.As she removed her blouse, Somesh was amazed to look at her hairy armpits.Somesh: I never thought you will have so much hair here.Saying so he fondled her arm pits, and Kamala. When the doors opened, Amelia realised that they were inside a large garage and had no time to take in any more details of her surroundings before being hooded and pulled along corridors to a cold room.There she was stripped and the baby taken from her. She was bathed thoroughly, depilated, her hair combed and, to her surprise, treated well — almost as though she had been bought for someone's bed, or at least for breeding. After the bath she was dressed in what appeared to be a short satin. Willow wasn’t using a condom and I wondered when she would stop and what would happen when she did. I was groaning now as her hips pressed against my arse cheeks as she rammed her cock into me constantly. Then grabbing my hips she squealed as she unloaded deep in my anal canal. “Oh yes” she cried “yes so good, so fucking good”. Ruth grabbed my head and yelled as she too orgasmed. Willow withdrew and patted my bum. “I enjoyed that so much” she purred “roll over and I will jerk you off”. “No. "I like you Pho. You're a fucking asshole bastard and proud of it." What means this, 'fuck king ass hole bast tard'?" Pho asked quizzically, sounding out the multi-syllabic words as if they were separate. Alex just shrugged and lay back on her cot, hands behind her head.Another day with nothing to do passed by slowly, and Alex settled into her new daily routine. She first folded the homespun blanket into a neat square which she placed on the cot, using it as a cushion as she meditated. There.