He started thrusting in short, slow strokes to get me opened and loose, moaning about how tight my ass was, even compared to my virgin cunt. Once I wa... relaxed and starting to get into it, pushing back against him, he stopped being gentle and slow and took my hips in his big hands, pounding into me roughly, panting and I could feel his sweat drip onto my back.I started moaning after a little bit, really getting into it, screaming for him to pound my ass harder, to fuck his whore up the ass and. She realized the power those rapists/captors had over Anjali. That power was becoming like an aphrodisiac for her. She started craving for it. More and more men were fucking Anjali … Rani’s fingers were a blur … suddenly the face changed … it was Meera in Anjali’s place … that curly hair, that figure, those perky tits … the girl who Rani had known since birth was being brutally degraded … Rani wasn’t able to stop … 2 burly men were holding Meera and there was a lady fucking her with a huge. “Christ.” He came at her clit from the backdoor, his hand curled underneath her ass and toggling her knob, she liked this grip. Something about the line of pressure curving over her anus and labia. His thumb stimulating her ass. “And what are you thinking,” he said—a soft, whiskey baritone, his lips just above the whorl of her ear. ****** But she couldn’t speak at that moment. She usually found that there were more images than there were words for, a whole collage of their affair, instances. He runs a large organization that, well, provides goods and services that people want, but the government doesn’t allow them to have.”I could see by the look on his face that Ed still wasn’t getting it. I’d have to spell it out.“Ed, listen. I work for Don Joseph. An Italian. Just like in the movie The Godfather. I don’t know much about his business, except for the very few things I’m involved in. But, that Trans Am? I couldn’t afford it except for the extra pay I got for doing those errands..