Aur madak aada se mene aapne dono per felaye aur dheeredheere saaree uppar karne lagi , bro khada khda dekh raha tha me aapne honthon par jeev fer rah... thiaur neechhe se gaand uppar utha utha kar use lalcha rahi thi , mene aapne jaanghon tak saaree upparkar li ..aur ek haanth aandar daal kar aapni choot masalne lagi aur doosre haanth se aapne boob dabanelagi ..me bahut hi bindaas tarike se chudna chhati thi 8 saalo se meri choot tadaf rahi thi land ke liyeaaj poora sukh lena chahti thi, bro. .You enter my hotel room dressed in your new white dress with the Humming Birds on, black stockings and high heels and a handbag over your shoulder – “What do you think Daddy, do you like it?” you ask as you walk up and down – I say “Oh yes, very girly – but what slutty underwear do you have on underneath? – you turn your back on me, spread your legs a little and lift up the dress to your waist – before me is a beautiful sight – your legs encased in the black stockings – the white thighs. I will trust you then," she said, still sounding a bit skeptical.They ate their pizza talking about how life together would be. He told her of some of the ‘house rules' and what he expected from her and she listened intently. She really did want to please him and the more he talked about life with him the more she wanted to submit.She had never thought about being a submissive - she never even knew there was such a thing - but as he spoke, she realized she had always been one without even. Gradually we found our 'rhythm'. The movements were subtle at first, but soon both men were fucking me. What seemed to work best was Oscar would slowly withdraw while Richard would plunge into my pussy, and then Richard would slowly pull out as Oscar pushed into my ass. It was as if I had two pistons pumping in and out of me in a synchronized rhythm. I could do little more than hold myself in place and accept this bizarre invasion of my ass and cunt. Richard held me tightly against his chest.