We chatted about our interests and our life in US. Priya was in mid-30s, married with 2 sons. She had been in US for a long time and worked as a volun...eer at a local library. After our first few chats, she would come on chat during afternoons and wait for me to login.After the first week, I took a chance and asked her phone number, and to my surprise, she readily gave it to me. My home was very near to my work, and I would go home during lunch and call her from there. Our conversation on phone. I mean thank you for these. They were a shock, but I love them." I smiled a little. "Before you make any more adjustments to me, though, I'd like to get to know you better." She shoved the clay into its can and sealed it then took me to the bathroom and started scrubbing my hands. That's one thing about working with clay; your hands get covered with a fine film of it. It actually takes a bit of scrubbing to get it off, but I'd never had anyone else wash my hands for me. And she'd never put her. All I could do to respond was let out a soft moan. I’m sure he took that as a resounding yes since he started to swivel his hips moving his cock inside me. I was never so fulfilled, and filled, in my life. I reached a point of ecstasy that sent me over the edge with an orgasm that pushed a flood of cum between me and the padded bench.I let out a gasp that was louder than I wanted. This drew a few spectators who quickly came over. Some of them pulled out their cocks and started jerking off.Jim. .. right in her bloated tit."She was screaming through her gag before I ever made contact. It just got a little louder when I did."Again, harder."So I did.That was when I noticed that the more I hit her, the more excited my false persona was getting – the real me, inside the shell, was aghast at what I was doing,"You like that, don't you?" He teased. "Try this on her ass and legs. Just sting her, try not to cut her. Welts are fine at this point."He handed me a wooden rod, just smaller than my.