I had her sign the paper. She now sat across from me. She was wearing tight black leggings, and a low cut top. I began to rub my cock through my pants... Then I told her to stand up. As she did I pulled my cock out of my zipper and began to slowly stroke. I asked her to turn around and bend over fully clothed. She did as instructed. I then asked her to pull those pants down so I could see her panties. She did, and I was treated to the sexiest thong. her ass cheeks were amazing, and I was in. My penis head was read and skin was completely rolled down. With each thrust it became drenched with sticky juice of her juicy pussy and with the increasing speed I was able to spread her legs more. We were both moving in rhythm and after a while I felt I would cumin asked Manjula and she said that I should not ejaculate inside her. After a few more thrusts I took my cock out and It was now covered with her sticky ,slimy pussy juices and asked her to help me cum. She was still lying and I took. And his mood darkened. He strode into the kitchen, grasping her shoulders, spinning her body suddenly. His eyes searched her face, and cool blue eyes gazed back. He asked why she did not greet him as she should, and her caustic reply was that he was not worthy of her 'gift'. At times he never knew if this was a test she presented him. But this day he cared not. His hand flashed out and struck her soundly across her cheek. Snapping back her head. The sound, echoing around the kitchen.To his. I peeked back to see Leslie and Becky kneeling beside me, smiling. Both were topless.Seeing Becky topless was a surprise for me. I cradled my head into my folded arms and closed my eyes. I didn’t dare take a second look.“Nothing like a good message, right?” Becky asked.“Yes,” I replied. I didn’t dare turn over.“Turn over,” Leslie instructed.“I can’t,” I replied.“On wow,” Leslie teased, “I think we made him feel uncomfortable.”“Yeah,” Becky replied, “He probably needs a little stress.