Near where I lived there was a cafe known as a ‘coffee house’, as it imported coffees from the continent. It was a trendy place, popular with inte...lectuals and artists. I liked to go there a couple of evenings a week, and kill time over coffee and read a book. I also often went there for lunch on Saturdays and Sundays, it was often busy with the artistic crowd, that way made it seem less lonely. With time I got to know some of the other regulars, at least enough to say hello too. Occasionally. “Lift up that ass, whore,” I commanded, and with a great feat of effort, she brought her knees forward and lifted herself with her hands. I spanked her hard, making her cry out before I separated her cheeks with my hands and lightly ran my tongue from her clit to her wet hole. She shuddered and almost collapsed again and I looked up and said, “I forbid you to collapse. You will stay on all fours until I say otherwise. Do you understand, slut?” She whimpered, but eventually managed to whisper,. We all then went to bathroom to clean ourselves & proceeded to the bed room & sat on the bed. Rajeev was very happy & said it was in their wild dreams for long time & tanked me for the help. Asha also started open up & she said she also dreamed about having threesome after watching some porn movies..Then Rajeev asked Asha to bring some cool drinks & she went to the kitchen showing her naked big round ass. I got the erection & Rajeev noticed it told me to wait for sometime for the real action.. " The newscaster said. Nick walked up behind me. "Sound to me like things got a little out of hand in a bit of rough sex." Another newscaster off screen said with a little bit of a laugh. The reporter looked over and didn't say a word. My blood started to boil. I went back to the kitchen and checked on Shelly. I look at the counter and saw that the TV that I have there was not turned on. I was thankful for that. I hustled Nick up so we could get out of the house before Shelly got bored and.