She was married to a handsome local man, Allan Smith.Priya used to share her sexual experiences with Bipasha. They liked to watch Indian movies at her...farmhouse on the DVD player. They were fond of Bollywood but miss them in South Africa.On this Christmas, Ravi phoned her and told that he would come on 31st and they both would enjoy the New Year together on their farmhouse. Bipasha was really excited about this. She had been waiting for her husband to visit for the past six months. But. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and slowly started rocking my dick in and out of her mouth. I sped up, my orgasm was building, “Kristy, I'm about to cum.” She took control, grabbed my ass cheeks and began forcefully shoving my dick in and out of her throat. I stopped breathing as it came over me, I shot 7 or 8 forceful loads down her throat. As I finished I realized that I had not yet gotten soft. “Mhmmm, you taste much better than Brad, and a lot bigger, now how about you fuck the shit out of. Moreover, I promise to put the SLAVE at the disposal of cruel dominant Shemales who are prepared to reduce the SLAVE to a quivering slut and wobbling sissy, not only taking pleasure in transferring him into an absolutely docile slave, but also forcing him further and further down the road to sissification, forced feminization, and forced bisexual submission as a sissyslut. I will never allow the SLAVE to wear other than female clothes and check that regularly. Moreover, I will check that there. .. about what you two do to each other..." You mean fist-fucking," I teased her. Fran blushed scarlet."Er... yes... fist-fucking," she said, and I knew it had to be the first time she had ever uttered those words out loud."Sometimes it makes me squirm... and sometimes I can't help wondering..." What it would be like to try it?" I finished the thought for her, raising my eyebrows quizzically.Fran nodded, hardly daring to meet my eyes. Bless Nicki and her intuitions."Of course, you can learn to.