Deeper until her bottom met the front of my thighs. I held myself there, feeling the warm wetness surrounding me. It was like melting into her. I stro...ed in and out of her slowly, fucking her firmly, desperately trying to control the screams within begging me to flail her with my cock. It was power and precision. Control. My hands guided her back toward me as my hips moved toward her. My pace increased. My hips swiveled slightly, literally screwing in to her. More. Faster. Hands clutching her. I couldn't help but smile back at her. I saw her writing a note, wondering if it was for me. Then she passed the note over to me. She wrote: "Friends?" I wrote back on the same note: "Sure. but I don't even know your name, mine's Charlotte." She took the note, read it, and passed the note back with a smile. It read: "My name's Chloe. When are you free so I can get to know you better??" I caught myself biting my lip, thinking of what "Getting to know her" could mean. I was relieved that she. She had beautiful long black hair and was as submissive a female that one could find in Western society. Her husband knew he was lucky to find her and he was extremely jealous if she even looked at another man with a direct look regardless how innocent. He regularly spanked her buttocks with accusations of flirtatious behavior. In all honesty, Suzuki loved every minute of it and would not have it any other way. She sometimes schemed of ways to make her husband "correct" her behavior with his. ”“Keep trying, whore. Tell me what you want.”“For you to ... to ... to f ... f ... fuck me.” she stuttered, nearly in the throes of orgasm.His fingers worked her for a few more moments, then retreated and pinched her clitoris hard, immediately arresting the onset of her climax. “What’s that you said?”“Ouch!” she yelped. “Please ... please, just ... just fuck me. Fuck me!”He tugged on her distended clit so hard that her body swung toward his. “Say it again. Make sure everyone hears you this.