I was on a hair trigger.Not to over-dramatize, but I think one little nudge from her -- from anyone -- and I'd have gone off like a rocket. I was tire.... I hadn't slept last night, trying to figure out all the things that could go wrong today and how to stop them. It had been my plan, so I'd been ready to take the blame if it failed. Fortunately it hadn't, but I was a bit fed up with the whole mess. Aside from today's victory, temporary as it might be, the only other accomplishment I could point. It was hard but not that much.Me: hey bitch. How many cocks went in this ass??Nisha: everyone who have all fucked me, they all fucked in my all holes. Total 7 or 8 people.Me: then you are whore???Nisha: no. But I love sex. AhhhhThis time I inserted my third fingers. And in my, another hand pulled her hair and kissed her from backside very roughly.Nisha: you love rough sex??Me: I love all kind of sex, except doing gay, but I will do MMF.Nisha: yes fuck me fuck me, brother, please.Me: that’s a. Still feels good because I could tease him & I can just slap his limp dark cock all over his face & make him cum. The invite to anal would always end in a facial or an assjob, always. I can't say we were getting bored, but you're only as good as your last fuck & add in the fact we were in an area that lacked sex shops so things do get stale after a while. All this was about to change when both my friend & Punjabi Daddi invited me to a Puja, a Hindu ritual taking place at a neighboring town. Me,. “You rotten, vile motherfucker!” were her first words as I picked up the phone. Not even a hello.“You blackmailing, dickless excuse for a man! How dare you stalk me and videotape my private life! I’m going to call the fucking cops and have your sorry ass arrested, you sick asshole!”Okay. So much for Plan A. Her words re-awoke Saturday night’s raging monster. “Alright, cunt. We’ll do this your way. In five minutes, that video will be in sweet Daddy Ray’s inbox. And on our high school’s Facebook.