You... like... that whore?" Ron gasped, as he forced his cock deeper and deeper into her warm resisting little pussy, oblivious to her disgust and fea... and agony. His venomous words cut her like a knife, lacerating her flesh, tearing sadistically at her heart. He hated her, that was obvious, she thought pitifully, fresh tears coursing down her face."Hhhhmmmmppphhh... aaahhhhhhhh..." she gasped again as she felt the rubbery tip of his forcefully slithering cock graze against the softness of her. Without waiting for a reply he began to unbutton my shirt. "Can you slip your trousers down for me?" Now there was no going back - and no hiding my erection, which was creating a huge 'tent' in my underpants. He slowly slid them down, revealing my erect cock. "Oh my! What a magnificent sight," he murmured without touching it.Shyly, I stood up in order to be 'fitted' with the corset. It took some doing, although he was extremely dexterous with the side laces. To simulate my bosom he rolled up. He indeed fucked me well. This time I took his cum in my mouth. Then we slept together. When I woke up, I took bath.By evening 5 O’ clock, Athaan called me over phone. ”Hello Latha, how’s your cunt?” “It’s hot and horny, after having watched all the blue films. The cunt is wide open and wet, and ready to get fucked once you’re back to home, Athaan,” I told him. “Okay, i’ll come by 7 O’ clock. Hold the phone receiver’s hearing part on your cunt. I want to send kisses to it.” I did as he. Every five minutes an image was popping up in front of her. Once the image of one of the men standing in front of her on purpose, even though he never looked at her, and pointing at her with a clothed erection, like a pointing dog. But she noticed finally there was no hard-on, no attention to her.She felt a random horniness. Any woman with a decent body made her sensitive, and some of them had superb figures or parts of figures: fine faces, legs, hands, perfect bottoms, fine torpedoes. She was.