Now she was riding both his hand and the dildo. She began to sway her pelvis again, back and forth. The dildo slipped even farther into her. And hi... hand matched pace. In and out, bumping her clit as it went. ‘How big is this thing,’ she thought, as it continued to open her. This was a feeling like she had never felt before. Her mind raced as the pleasures for three different parts of her body collided. As her breathing got heavier she leaned harder into him. The dildo had stopped. Aam(mango) ke..jaise…choose le…..hai..hhh….oh…oh..ohhhhhh….ye kya…ho..raha…hai……Saroj boli kaha se training li re tune…..aisa maza zindagi me pehli baar mila hai….Bhabhiyo……abhi to semi final hua hai final to baki hai……….Saroj boli meri choot me land dal de…..maine saroj ki tango ko upar ki taraf uthaya nichhe ek pillow lagaya aur land ko choot me dhire se dala….choot kafi soft aur choti thi….adha land dal kar maine poocha thik hai……usne kaha dard ho raha hai….maine thoda land nikal kar andar. " Amanda said picking up a brush from the marble top. Emma stood looking in the mirror as Amanda stood behind her and pulled the brush through Emma's hair, softly bringing it back to its more normal style. "There, all done." Amanda said as she replaced the brush on the counter. "Sit on here," Amanda said, patting the marble shelf. The ledge came to just above Emma's waist, and so she turned so that it was against her lower back, and placed her hands on the cold hard surface and made to lever. When she left home at 18 years of age she was very poorly equipped to cope with the society she found herself in. All of her short life had been spent in a community of fanatical religious believers. She was only allowed to leave because her mother had died and there was a shortage of men in the group. They may have been religious, but they were not overly kind. Faith was evicted from the sect. She was allowed to take what little her mother still possessed. That included some clothing, some.