Jack was from London,but had lived in Ireland for years.I wasn't happy at all. As we weren't dating that long,we were still in the honeymoon period.We...were having sex daily,and it was incredible.Rick was 6 foot tall, a couple of inches smaller than Jack, and was blonde and handsome.He had a mop of curly hair that made him look like a Californian surfer.His cock was a good size too,about 7 inches,and he always had it shaved.I just loved having in my mouth.Thats how I would wake him for sex. If I. .,After some time i woke her up,,, Me: Akka late aitu, malogodilwa(sis, it’s late now,won’t u sleep) Sis:hmmm.. nanu ille nidde madtini(Yeah i’ll sleep here) Me:ok you sleep here,i’ll go to my room in terrace, Sis:ok good knight, i kissed on her forehead, i turned off the laptop and i headed to terrace. I went inside the room, took off my shorts, started jerking off But then suddenly i noticed that someone was peeking at the door, oh shit,i realised that i forgot to lock the door, then that. Her hands ached, her body was sore, butstill she tried. She had been trying for what seemed an eternity, but itwasn't working. She knew the problem. Like any addict, she was growingjaded, getting used to the situations her captor and lover forced herinto. Much as it still sent delightful shivers through her when sheblushed with humiliation, she was getting used to the torment, andcouldn't reach the same highs she had just a few days before. The worstpart was knowing that it could be so much. It was like I was two people—the doctor who was studying her patient’s fluids under the high-power optical microscope and the horny bitch whose ass was grinding back against a cock that she wanted desperately to have inside her. It was as if I had two brains. The scientific brain was telling me that Randy had a prostate infection and that he didn’t have any blood in his prostate fluids. The horny bitch’s brain was telling me to tell him the good news and then get down to having my brains fucked.