He kept fucking her hard, ramming deep into her, prolonging the orgasm, making her cry out ecstatically. Gradually, her orgasm waned. The man slowed h...s motions and, bending, kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.She moaned and whimpered, writhing eagerly under him, delighted that he had not lost control. “Kya chuddakadi hai tu” he growled. “Ek memsahib, aur aisee achi chuddakadi. Aur lund chahiye?” The glitter in her eyes was all the answer he needed. He grinned and slid. Her legs began to tremble against me. "Oh, my," she gasped. She removed her fingers and repositioned herself. "What else, I mean, would there be other things you would do for me?" "I will do anything to give you sexual gratification. I want to be your tool. Use me, please." The woman didn't know what to do with this. She seemed burdened by the all the possibilities I just opened to her. "Is there something you'd recommend? Can you, maybe give me some options?" It was almost adorable how awkward. I walk over and unlock the door, careful not to meet your eyes as the door opens. I’m dressed in male clothes but I perform a very feminine curtesy as instructed, feeling both self-conscious and humiliated as I do so. I see your dark presence enter the room out of my peripheral vision and hear you smirk: “So, you’re Nancy, the sissy slut are you?” “Yes Master,” I answer, and my sissy clit twitches. “Well, pansy, I’ve got a big surprise for you,” you say with a laugh, as I see someone else. " Oh. Too bad."If Zeke Taylor was privy to the rumors around the clubhouse about Juniper Jones and her bedroom gymnastics, he said nothing to show it."I think I might be kind of a drag on the proceedings if I showed up alone," I said. "Maybe I'd best just beg off. But thanks, Zeke, for inviting me." Some of the wives, they're pretty interesting people," he said, still selling the party. "You probably haven't met Sam Bailey's wife, Amy. Great, great girl! And we're inviting the kid -- Fast.