” She settled in, on her elbows with her head on the pillows, and enjoyed a slow ass fucking. The slow pace did little for me; it was too slow a p...ce to make me cum. To her, however, it was a teasing pace, building her pleasure slowly, filling her with desire. My pleasure, for the time being, was in watching and listening to her, and watching my manhood slide in and out of her ass and each rib or ridge pop through her sphincter muscle. She asked me to go faster. I continued the slow pace. . I asked Savita to remove all her cloths. She obeyed my orders like a good slave and got into bed.Savita was standing without any cloths on near the door. Her Khule baal made her look even more beautiful just like Savita bhabhi from Indian erotic comics. She is one the most beautiful mature women I had ever seen in my whole life. A 26 year old guy getting naughty with her must have surely turned her on too. Her erect nipples were proof of it.Plan was quite clear. I wanted to enjoy Pooja. I rang the bell, and shortly, Monsignor Silos opened the door and greeted me with a hug.The padre was wearing jeans with a fancy belt decorated with Native American beads around it. A big Mexican cowboy shirt covered his chest- open at the collar- with a cow-tail lariat necktie around his neck. He opened his arms to me like he was giving communion at Mass, and hugged me.“Guy Maddix!” he exclaimed, with a slight Spanish accent. “Let’s sit down and eat!”He took me into the kitchen, and apologized. . I now was one of those unfortunate creatures, created to carry and bear children, merely a shadow of the men around them. I clenched my fists, my nails almost cutting into my flesh. Amy, I would kill this fucking harlot! How dared she? She didn't know just how much I could let her suffer! And yet, nothing that I could do would be worse than this very moment I had just now! My body felt like it was burning and I trembled in despair. I had to think of something to do about this! Maybe, if I.