He got up and went to the kitchen. I heard him fumbling around, things dropping and then he returned. He had cooking oil with him. He opened it up and...poured some between my legs. Then he reached between my legs and started to rub it in."Oh you're so wet for me." He was fantasizing the oil was me! Oh God, what a sick bastard, I thought. He probed me until I felt him push a fingerinside me. Then another, then another, until he had four fingers inside me. I felt the tears rolling down my face.. Where shall I meet you?--quarters is the best, I guess…if you do not mind--no, I do not. Okay, can I meet you at the gates at 3pm?--deal-I was feeling somewhat okay. Hamra asked me,-hameeda, you seem upset. What happened?-I smiled and said,-no, nothing. Just a headache--tell me. You are having some issue with imad, right?-Oh no! How was that leaked to her? I know imad never reveals it. I said,-well…you know, I did not know him for as long as i knew you, or Omar. He seems different, even. Glaring at her with a smirk on his face, he began pounding into her swollen hole quite forcefully. Her tits supported his weight as he dugs his nails into them. Gritting his teeth he squeezed and mauled her tits harder while increasing the speed of his strokes. He snorted again and spit right into her eye, she closed it instinctively, but remembered what he said and opened it. Part of it ran down her face, but part pooled in her eye. He was breathing heavy on her and his breath was awful.. Her eyes fluttered then opened to see his face smiling down at her. He ducked his head and kissed her as deeply as any he had given her this night. Her lips nibbled at his in response, and surrendered, opening to receive his questing tongue. Her breath was musky and sweet at the same time. The scent of a woman in the throes of passion.His penis was resting in place, and was ready to do its duty. He pushed gently, and felt her opening for him. The slight tickle of her pussy lips, guarding the.