She refused to believe it at first, but the harder I rode her, the more of it there was. Before long, it became impossible for her to deny. As much as...she hated herself for it, she was enjoying herself. Somehow this situation had mutated into something far worse. It had become... consensual. She tries to fight the sexual hunger that gnawed at her, but no matter how hard she tries, each one of my thrusts lured more arousal from her. There is nothing she can do about it. But that didn't keep her. He could see her conflicted emotions seeming to battle for supremacy. He could see her memories, her father and tormentor, the way he would beat her until she wept, then force himself on her. He could see that she blamed herself, that she came to invite the abuse, flirting with her tormentor, thinking that it was the only way he could love her, the only way she could be loved.Inside his own mind, the rage threatened to break free, tried to escape the box he had shoved it into, tried to force. He looked away, his face flushed and swallowed again. His Mistress grabbed his jaw, making him look at her. Watch me. Do not make a noise. She instructed, forcing his gaze down. He watched her wrist flex with each push into herself, his member hard and erect. The silver ring under the head of his penis, his identification, shone under the bright lights in the basement. She stopped what she was doing and messed with the ring. He furrowed his brow in worry, nervous about his Mistresss plans.. Shamsher: kya hua? Maine to pahle hi kaha tha ki batana layak nahi hai.anjali: (sharmate huye) mujhe nahi pata, mujhe neend aa rahi hai, kya main aapki god mein sur rakhkar so jao.shamsher: haan haan kyun nahi. Aur usne anjali ko apni god mein lita liya.anjali ne wahi kiya, apne haath ko sur ke neeche rakh liya aur dheere dhere hath hilane lagi. Aisa karne se usne mahsoos kiya kishamsher ka lund apne vikral aakar mein aata ja raha hai. Anjali soch rahi thi ki usne jhhooth kyun bola. Udhar.