She again knocked the door but this time I was assured that I want her in my bed. So I open the door and she came inside and asked me for the food.She...: hey, what about your dinner?I: no thanks, I have bought my dinner from outside.S: why, is there any problem having dinner with me at my place?I: no, but I generally don’t opt that thing as I don’t like it.S: ohh.S: can I ask you a queue?I: yeah, why not?S: what you do always behind the locked door?I: nothing what would I do?S: do you think I am. “Aah…last month,” Rekha managed to say as Chotu chewed her nipple in between his teeth.“Did you want him to fuck your today?” Hassan asked as he took Rekha’s other boob under his control.“Yes,” Rekha managed to say as both of them sucked her boobs, biting her nipples.“Have you ever fucked a Muslim man before?” Hassan asked her as he spread her pussy with two fingers and rubbed her labia.“Aah, no,” Rekha trembled as she felt Hassan’s finger entering her pussy.“Do you want to get fucked by us?”. Shellie instructed me to lay back. “Lynn wants to be in charge. Your cock is bigger than the dildo I gave her and she doesn't want you to jam it into her.” I didn't complain. I laid back and spread my legs. Lynn crawled up my body and straddled my lap. Shellie reached and took my cock and held it in line with Lynn’s pussy. Lynn placed her hands on my chest and lowered her butt. The moment of truth. I was about to enter this sweet pussy. Shellie held my cock until my head slipped into Lynn. She. "And I think I made it pretty clear about being called names." I was smiling and doing my very best to be affable and polite. This guy was an asshole, but he was a guest. My instinct for hospitality was at war with my impulse to slap his face sideways."Tongue fuck your Daddy's asshole, faggot," he groaned, fingering his butt.The smile left my face. "Have you been LISTENING?!?" I snarled. "This is totally getting off on the wrong foot!"The old man turned to my wife and beckoned with his hand,.