I had to push hard in order to get my cock through the rubber washer. Once through, I began to fuck the tube. As I began pushing in, I noticed the tub... sliding out from under my mattress when I pulled back. I corrected this by pushing down on the bed with my hands. As I began pumping myself into the tube, I heard the air squeaking out the other end. The tube got tighter the more I pump. It felt great to me. But the more I pumped the harder the pull on my cock. It got to a point where I could. " He laughed again. "Did you enjoy your fist fucking?" Max asked sarcastically."It kind of hurt," Jilnar responded truthfully."So? I don’t give a shit!" Max answered as he lifted a sweaty Jilnar to her feet. "Now turn around and bend over," he ordered with a toothy grin. Jilnar obeyed and turned her back to Max. She then knelt down on the chair and then leaned forward onto all fours."Arch your back, get that sweet little Arabic ass in the air," Max voiced as he slapped her firm flesh. Jilnar. Slipping my arms beneath you I scoop your body up once more and carry you over to the towel I placed on the edge of the jacuzzi. Your hands slide from around my neck to grip the front of my shirt, and pulling tightly the buttons pop off, exposing my chest as bare as your own. I see the same __expression that must be upon my face mirrored in your own. Lust, desire, need, and carnal passion so thick in the air we could reach out and touch it, if it weren’t for the fact that we’re more concerned. What about you?" I asked."Oh I hunt, fish, or work out at the gym. Mostly I do work around the house this time of the year," he said."Yeah, I heard you were a henpecked husband," I said with a smile."Not much chance of that," he said with a laugh. He at least could take a joke. Some of the imaginary tough guys I met in the wholesale pharmaceutical business wanted to slap a woman for questioning his masculinity. Of course those were the kind you found in jail or a ditch, not a cop house."So how.