It does sort of take a girl's breath away. You whimper and pretend he's hurting you. But I loved it every time, especially the delightful feeling of...being naughty for enjoying it so much. When a man brands you, you suddenly want to be his sex slave in the worst way.I'm not sure exactly why I quit after six months. I hadn't previously done prostitution, but after six months, being a whore seemed to lose some of the glamor. And there were rumors that we might get investigated. But mostly. “Good night Shruti, I will meet you tomorrow,” I said to a very good friend of mine. Shruti’s husband is working abroad and held up. He couldn’t return home due to the pandemic situation. It’s better for him to stay there rather than coming home anytime soon. Moreover, the possibilities of flying back looked slim. The distance between Shruti and her husband got me closer to her. I am their mutual friend, and they consider me as a family member. They got married against their. "Hello there," a low-pitched, drawling voice from behind the mask greetedme. It was definitely a man's and not unlike that of Mr. Ed on the old TVshow. Under different circumstances I would have laughed at this person andhis performance, but there and then my sense of humor was stretched toothin. "You can put the gun away, pal," he continued. "I'm your friend." Forgive me for not being very trusting of strangers," I responded, turningthe barrel somewhat to the side. "Just who might you be?". .. then I removed her blindfold and told her to look into my eyes, they were full of lust... she had the twinkle of lust, she did not care about anything but getting cock and having another orgasm. I then ask her softly, "do you want my cock Pam"...."oh Yes, yes, yes yes yes...." as she was still talking I slammed hard... balls deep, longer than her dildo and deeper than her husband.... she screamed, tensed, and went to shaking, trembling moaning and had a earth shattering multi orgasm... my.