Shruti,” you Americans are the best fuckers ever, I have never fucked so good by desi chutiyas (local assholes). My hubby just thinks I’m a tender...flower that need to pampered only. But this mother fuckers doesn’t know I am a filthy slut who needs to be punished. I want to be the top class whore of the town.”The room was filled with shruti’s abuses, moans and sounds of fucks. After 15 minutes the black started make sounds, I felt he might cum now and I don’t want him to be cum inside her pussy.. The last twenty-four hours had been very upsetting for Carl Fenton. Only yesterday he had been informed that his son, his only child had been brutally murdered. He had been forced to meet with his first ex-wife, to whom he’d not spoken in eight years, for the sole purpose of identifying their son’s body. Needless to say, yesterday had been the worst day of his life. Today wasn’t shaping up to be much better. He had awoken this morning in the armchair in his study with the worst hangover he’d. She picked up the room key and the bag and drove around to the back. She barely noticed the fact that this was not the best of places. She did not wonder why he was meeting her there instead of his house. All that she could think about was seeing her Master again. Angela also did not see the car pull into the drive behind her as she got back into her car and parked in the back. She did not see it pull into a space between two vans and park. Angela went to the room and closed the door. She. Thomas took the page and wrote back, his writing looking spiky next to Sera's curved letters.Now?Sera stifled a giggle and grabbed the paper.Not now. After class.Why?Thomas was dying to know, the sex, the painting, the blowjob in the library, what it was all down to.You really wanna know? Came the cursive reply.YES. Thomas could see Sera smirk out of the corner of his eye as he pulled back the page and wrote down a reply.Because you're sexy.Thomas elbowed him in the ribs.Quit it. You're making.