. She could see the pre-cum dripping from the head of her penis onto her heaving stomach... She could feel the wrinkled flesh of her scrotum tightenin... as the waves began to form... In just seconds she would be shooting stream after steam of deliciously hot semen all over her aching torso, WHEN..... . . . . . . . . . . . H.HHaaaH! ....H.HhHaaH! ....Hh.HaaH! ...H.HHaah!...H.HHAH!....H.HaH! ...hhHAH! ...hHah! ......Hh.Hah! .........h.h.hahh! ..............h.h..hhaa.aah!. . Kya bol rahi thi ye ??Komal – Usse kya poochta hai be .. mai bolti hu na .. Me – ha bol kya bolri thi mere baare me ?Komal – bol rahi thi ke tum ekdam kamine ho .. Aur Reshma ko bas istemaal karna chahte ho aur kuch nahi .. magar kaise karoge istemaal tum to Namard ho ..Halaake ye mera plan tha magar bas ab ye sunte hi deemagh ki sach me hatt gayi ..Me – Dekh Komal .. Kamina to mai hu .. Kaun nahi hota ?? Hote sab hai bas maanta koi nahi .. Rahi baat istemaal ki to Shayad Haa aur shayad Naa. My pussy throbbed. I turned over, spreading my legs so he could see the seam of my pussy. He licked his lips, eagerly wafting to savor my juices. “Damn…” he whispered. Without another moment going by, He spanked me in frustration, and lowered his cock between my ass. I moaned, touching my clit. “No…” He said to me, and raced my fingers away from my pussy. I would never doubt the wisdom of my own fetish, of him dominating me, showing me his power and grace over my helpless body—ready to be. Not that I could see him bothering to come to do harm to either of us. I had it figured that he'd got the hell out of Dodge quickly and efficiently enough when things started to look as if they'd gone pear-shaped on him. Surely he must have had an 'escape from the country' plan in place.Lady Tanya's tack – where I was concerned -- changed some, during that day. She -- like myself -- didn't voice any apprehension that Minerva might no longer be alive. Instead she kept talking about the future.