This was a new day.I got behind her, and bent her forward. She got the idea quick, and started begging me, to, "Fuck this poor little slave girl, Mass.... My momma thinks them stupid boys is what I needs. I knows I needs a MAN, Massa. Makes me a woman, Massa, please!"She said a few more things, but after I had rammed into her beautiful pussy, I heard none of it. I fucked her as hard as I possibly could. It wasn't long before I felt her walls clench me, and I came with her.God, what this woman. "What?" I asked.She laughed some more, went to pour a fresh glass, drank deeply, hoisted herself on the kitchen counter, then spoke. "I've been bad today, baby."I went over and moved myself between her legs, "How bad?" BAD!"I moved my hand between her legs and slid my fingers through her slit. She was incredibly wet. Two fingers slid deep inside effortlessly."Yes! Do that," she slurred, "Give me more." First tell me what you did," I said."No! Give me a cum first, Now!" I rubbed her clitoris and. She had to let slut collide with the rest of her life, maintaining the poise and dignity of a noble on display in public while maintaining the openness and connection with her pleasure that was the hallmark of a slut. She had to live up to her family’s name and parents’ example.Of course everyone recognized the struggle to align the roles at some level even if they could not articulate it. They took pleasure in driving her to squirm and strut. Waiting for their table to be readied, the host. Wo boli thik hai agar tumhe koi prblm nahi to mujhe kya hogi.Main khush ho gya.Kion ki agar Pooja Inder se chudegi tabhi main Simi ko chod sakunga.Maine usse pucha ki uske baad main Simi ko chodunga to tumhe koi prblm usne naa main sir hila diya. Meri or Pooja ki bahar baithe couple se sex kerne ki exitment or barr gai or hum Buri terha se ek dusre ko smooch kerne lage hum dono ke muh se awaje aa rahi thi.Hum dono ki zibe(tounge) ek dsre ke muh main ghum rahi thi.Pagalpan or barr reha tha.Fir.