I then laid her again and entered her. This time I stroked her hard and strong.I made my movements fast and my penis was moving fast on her clit was r...bbing her clit hard and it was more painful. She was virtually crying out aloud but I continued because I was enjoying it and knew she was to enjoy the pain. I fucked her hard and fast and removed my dick before cumming. I then sucked and kneaded her boobs before getting dressed and leaving.It than became a ritual. I used to fuck Kavitha every. The sight of her dripping wet nearly killed me, and I implored her to go in, and get changed and I'd be right there. I didn't want her to see my massive erection through my wet trunks when I got out.After we were both changed, I made us some sandwiches, and we continued to get to know each other, and share funny stories about our lives. The conversation was easy, and I had managed to look her in the eye for most of it. After lunch, I was washing up the dishes, when she came up behind me,. I hated it! I still hate it. But I can't stop. I sometimes try tofight, but it only makes it worse. I have to do it.That wasn't enough for him. I started doing whatever he said withoutquestion. I filled his car with gas, ran errands for him, straight outgave him cash. Then he finally asked me to give him a hand job.I wasn't gay! I wouldn't do something like that! But I did before Ieven realized what I was doing. I even cleaned it up for him with myshirt."That was pretty good," he. Mandy crawled into it, remembering the fights that had led up to Eric finally agreeing to lease the car for her. He'd conceded just before he'd left for Afghanistan.She wiped her eyes, put on her sunglasses and took off for home. A man in an old Chevy sedan parked close by picked up his cell."Thanks Bob," Eric said calmly, "No. no that's all. Please tell Ron that you guys did a great job and deserved the bonus. Thanks again. Goodbye."Looking down at his laptop, Eric sighed again. Just one more.