“Your bums are so soft,” he said and squeezed my ass cheeks. (I do have soft and smooth ass cheeks).“Mmmmm yessss,” was all I could say before...he pushed his thumb right down my hole! My own dick was getting harder. He took out his thumb and put a bit more oil and in went his middle finger. A minute of pumping with his middle finger and then went in 2 fingers as deep as he could. I was clutching the pillow, lifting my ass up, and was moaning.Rohit pumped for a few minutes and I was dripping. She pushes hard against him never feeling this before. Again he pulls out and holds it for a second or two and then slams it hard into her again. This time he holds her shoulders so she cant move. Her pussy throbs even more at this new feeling. Feeling her getting dry, he starts pumping faster and faster. Finally reaching his orgasm. He rolls over and plays with her clit some more. She moans and bucks her hips at the pleasure. He stops only when she begs him to. He stops only for a few moments.. I dont recognize this place. Its my&hellip,&hellip,&hellip,..our house. Take me home cock sucker. This is your home. She yelled in frustration. Where are my clothes? You didnt have any. Well get me something to wear and Ill walk home. Leaving her in the garage I picked up the wall phone and called a cab. Then I searched my dresser and closet for anything that might fit her. I found an Atlanta PD T shirt that a cop had given me and a pair of old khaki shorts that were too small for me. When I. .Another lash; a feeble whimper.She snarls at the sound, a bitter anger robbing her of the dark joy of release. How dare he make a sound? He will pay for his disobedience. She raises the whip high, rage crackling through her body like an electricity, lending her an inhuman strength, and an unholy savagery."I think he's had enough," says a male voice behind her. She turns with a roar, the whip cracking in the still air of this chapel of darkness."You dare to interrupt my pleasure?" she growls,.