‘Nahin…apne lund ko andar dalo…I am licking it…thora dard hoga phir maza ayga.’ she said between her heavy breathing. Iagain started gettin ...my lund deeper in her asshole.’Ohhhhh…ummmmmm…han aur andar dalo…par dhere se…be careful in the first fer thrusts.’ she said. Now my cock was totally inside her asshole and I started pumping slowly and gently.’Ab dard nahin ho raha hai…maza aa raha hai…thora zor se karo.’ she said. I started pumping her asshole a little harder. Her asshole was squeeziing. Mama Mutia had worked in Balibago for twenty-five years, since she was fifteen, the first ten years as dancer – through the Pinatubo irruption – then five years as a supervisor to a Mama-san, where she learned her present trade and met her husband, who financed her to set up in business on her own. For the last decade, she had been a Mama-san in her own right, recruiting and providing a line-up of girls for bars. Still young and active, since her children were away at school she enjoyed the. Adam stroked her breasts with the backs of his fingers.“I love your physique, Kara. You’re in shape but not muscle-bound. That tummy of yours is taut with just a hint of a six-pack, and your arms have good muscle definition.”“I like your build, too.”“Do the guys you work with ever try to impress you with their brawn?”“Do they ever! I’m not impressed. There’s more to a man than upper body strength.”“That’s something I don’t have.”“Adam ... I wasn’t directing that comment toward you.”“I didn’t. I was almost delirious with the pain by this point, but I was shook into fighting again as they tried to remove the tube and break the suction. I was inconsolable and Jon’s hand was now firmly clamped over my mouth in an effort to quiet me a little. When it finally came off, my clit was unable to retreat to its home due to the twine wrapped around the base of it. The blood was trapped inside it and it had gone beyond sensitive to touch. Jon stood and I lifted my head to see my once tiny clit,.