Each ring made Amaya’s heart race. The tension was a nice distraction from her growling stomach.“Hello, Amaya” a male voice said.Amaya didn’t ...ecognize it. “Hello, who is this, please?”“You can call me Wesley,” the voice said. He was very relaxed with a trace of a southern accent. “Congratulations on taking the first step. I’m sure that hundred dollars will come in handy. Where do you plan to eat first?”“I’m sorry,” Amaya said. “But who are you? And why did you give me so much money?”He. A middle-aged man, probably no more than 35 years of age, broad-shouldered and thick-framed, stepped up to the podium. ‘Ladies and gentlemen of itchy trigger-fingers, welcome to Fleet Beta. You might all know Wing Commander Sanka, by reputation if not personally.’ This elicited a few chuckles among the pilots, as they glanced towards a crew-cut veteran, smirking in a corner, a parrot perched on his shoulder (a parrot?) ‘And myself, your Fleet Commander’. ‘For those of you who are new here, you. All this time Manav was lying under, pounding her ass and now he pushed her and made her lie on her stomach, without taking his penis out. He then lifted her ass a little and then holding her long thick hair with his hands, pinned her head on to the bed.Squatting on top of her ass, started pounding it as hard as he could. The pain was killing her, Sudha cried louder and louder, but nothing stopped him from fucking her.The view was so intense, Saravan who was watching all these came forward,. On Wednesday he gave her the egg for Ann and the DVDs. As she had a lot of school work and the evening was strictly platonic.She had taken the DVDs home to watch on her computer and would give the egg to Ann in the morning.On the bus she sat with Ann and gave her the egg in a plain paper bag. Ann did not wait and opened it right away. Ann was not shy in the least and after opening the package she had pulled up her skirt and slipped her hand into her panties and pushed the egg between her.