My jaw ached, as did my feet in the 7"heels amy put me in, but not nearly as bad as my virgin ass. He pounded mefuriously as she watched from a chair ...n the corner of the room, sippingher wine, basking in her victory."You're getting used to it, sweetie," she said with a grin, "soon, you'llbe begging for this."The hooded mystery man picked up pace and rhythm, his grip on my hipslocked down even tighter as his grunts grew louder. "Not yet, Hector," Amysaid as she stood up. Hector, never broke. Usne bola kyu? Me bola me tumhe waise chodna chata hu. Wo boli thik hai lekin mere husband ka kya karenge mene kha tum tension mat lo me uska intezaam kar dunga.Phir shaam ko me uske ghar chala gya me sath me ek ‘johnnie walker’ brand ki scotch bhi lekar gya uske husband ke liye.Mene doorbell bajayi to usne gate khola usne simple pink color ki sadi phni hui thi. Mene use door se bhar khincha or whi par ek jordarr kiss kiya uske hontho pe. Wo ek dum dar gyi or mujse alag ho gyi or boli koi dekh. One of my favorite things is to put on a button up the front blouse, a very short skirt hopefully a buttoned one as well, a pair of high heels and nothing else. I never wear undies…they interfere with me playing with myself. After dressing as above, I get in my car and start down the interstate. I luv to masturbate and especially so when I am driving. I drive with my left foot on the gas, my right leg swung over on the drivers seat, legs spread wide and skirt pulled up. The skirt is. I need to have something to help my imagination.”“Are you thinking about me when you do it?” Joyce scrunched up her nose with distaste.“I can’t help it, you’re so beautiful.” Sam looked down at his hands. He thwittled his thumbs, not wanting to make eye contact. After a long pause, he looked back up again.“Oh, Sammy.” Joyce’s face relaxed and reddened. “What do you need?”“I’d really like to see you naked.” Sam spoke in a rush to get out the words. “Just once would be enough. You’re the most.