As soon as the forty-seventh man had finished his five minutes, the frustrated men started through the cycle again, hoping they would finish up that t...me.When the girl was replaced 48 hours later by a couple adult women volunteers she was offered psychotherapy, but didn’t really need it. By then the infection had possessed her, and she too needed her sex regularly. She understood why the men had all fucked her over and over -- not because of any selfish desire to be realized at her expense but. “Cock slut or not? Quite being a crybaby! Do you want me to fuck you. YES YOU SAID! Now, call me your MISTRESS!”“Yes Mistress. Certainly Mistress”“Good. Good. Now we can really start to play. Remember, leave that cock alone. Do you understand?”“Yes. I remember.” My cock had a steady line of clear pre-cum running from the head to the towel. She looked at me but she did not look happy. She walked back to her bag and pulled out a black cloth belt about 4 inches wide and 3 feet long. Describing her attire, she wore a blue saree with a pink blouse. Beautifully dressed and raising my cock. I was surprised at why she wore a saree as it wasn’t such an occasion. I asked her, and she replied that she loves wearing sarees. “Now, as a guest was coming, I wore it.”We had lunch, which was extremely tasty. We were sitting on the sofa just talking about personal stuff. She went to the kitchen to get something. While returning, she tripped and fell, which in turn dropped her saree. Uski chest bilkul ladakiyo jaisi thi aur uska badan gathila tha uski gand bhi badi thi me samaj gaya ki use mera lund pasand aa gaya he fir me dhire dhire uske pas gaya aur uske pas khada rah gaya to usne mera nam puchha maine kaha raj fir maine uska nam puchha to usne kaha bhavesh fir usne dhire se mere lund ko touch kiya to me kuchh nahi bola to fir usne firse mere lund ko apne hatho se press kiya mere lund to tight ho gaya.Fir maine uske sahar ka nam puchha to vo hamare pas ke sahar ka hi.