I did not move for what seemed like forever, I closed my eyes and broke down crying. This was not just like getting ****d in a back alley for a minute... it was prolonged and I did not understand why he was doing this to me. I heard footsteps and I tried my best to wipe my tears and compose myself. He walked up to me, yelling in anger:"I don’t want to see you cry and I want you to enjoy every bit of the fucking you will be getting, understand, bitch?"."Yes… I shall do what you tell me to ". I. Ami amar thot ta or thot e chepe dhore chuste laglam. Fisfis kore bollam, tomar kumari jibon biday dilam sona… Ektu sojjho koro, ar kosto hobe na. Kuntolar 2 chokh diye koyek fota jol goriye porlo, kintu amake jore joriye dhorlo. Ar advut uuuuummm…aaaaaah….ummmmm…. Adure awaz korte laglo. Ami choto choto thap e chudte laglam. Aste aste gud ta dhila holo. Bara ta anayase jatayat korchhe ebar. puro bara ta thele dhukiye dilam gud e. Ar komor tule lomba lomba kintu dhir goti te chudte laglam.. "Try this," Steve whispered as he pushed Leslie on her side so she was now facing Cal, though he had to scoot her up the bed a bit to gain some slack on the duct tape tying her arms to the bedposts. He then raised her upper leg high. Her very wet pussy was now accessible to Jay in what is known as the "scissor" position.Jay wasted no time lining himself up and pushing inside. Unknown to any of them, this was actually Leslie's favorite position so she was surprised, and strangely appreciative. “Rithi, bless my sexual juices and let them paint new beauty in the world.”I shuddered, my pussy clenching on my digits, my pussy juices flowing, gathering on my fingers like oil paints. I pulled them out of my pussy, concentrating upon the world, my canvas. All radiants of Rithi, her priests and priestesses, were required to master three of the arts. I had learned all the techniques of the brush and pencil; trained to sketch, draw, and paint; evoking my imagination to life on paper, canvas,.