She said, “Please fuck me. Make me your randi. Tumhara baap kabhi nahi chodta mujhe. Aaj pura bhar do mujhe. Chod daalo is nangi besharam aurat ko. ...aad daalo choot. Aaj is choot par sirf tumhara haq hai.”.I got turned on by hearing this from her and pushed my cock in a single attempt. She moaned and cried in pain but I kept drilling my mom’s pussy in missionary style.We both were sweating and she was smelling sexier. I started talking to her like a customer and she also reciprocated by acting. The strands finding their way into parts of her that she hadn't realised she had. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she started to breathe quickly, almost hyperventilating. Then she managed to control herself and she spoke again, "Thank you Master." And she waited for more!"That's it Trinity! I think 5 is enough at the moment, you may relax now." I said. She lowered herself down onto the soles of her feet and lowered her arms; I pulled her close to me. And then she cried, not the tears of. I payed my bills on time, got her into a nice new school, and even had enough extra money to get us nice clothes and toys for her, and I was even able to take her to Chucky Cheese's for her birthday. Life seemed to be taking a step in the right direction. But the suffering wasnt over. I remember that afternoon so clearly. I went to her school at 1:15 like always, happy to pick her up on a marvulous Friday. I didnt tell her yet, but I decided to take her with my pay raise to go see her role. It seems to stop me from cumming but I could still feel sperm rushing up the shaft of my cock. Kathy could feel it to so she flicks my cock really hard. This stops whatever urge I had to orgasm. She let my cock go and semen started to slowly ooze out and she opens her mouth and drinks it all up. My erection is as solid as ever and Kathy got back into the original bent over position for me. “Okay big boy, you want to fuck my bum hole? It’s all yours.” She said. Without another word I grab her.