But I slipped on my clothes when I tried to run. I sensed that I didn’t have time and went under the computer table. The table was covered with a bl...nket until the floor. So when I went under the table I wasn’t visible due to the blanket. From the corner of the table I moved the blanket little and saw Pari entering. She went into the bedrooms and got the clothes which had to be washed. I tried to pull my clothes in to wear them. As I laid my hand on them Pari noticed the clothes and took them. I was stunned, and could do nothing but stare at it for what felt like minutes. "Hey, you've got a cock to suck," he said forcefully, breaking me out of my gaze. He grabbed my hair and thrusted my mouth down onto his cock. So much for starting slow. His dick was forced down my throat and began to grow, as did the activity of my gag-reflex. I glanced up to see him looking up out of pleasure, and tore my head away from the barrage of genitalia. "Hey hey hey, give me a minute, this is my first. But another part of me, the side that I kept hidden and locked away in my deepest recesses of my mind, wanted to be held down, slapped, choked, screamed at, used and abused like a slut. I finally found someone who I could unveil this side of me to. Anthony started out as a friend. We would spend hours talking about our lives, jobs, favourite TV shows and music, and eventually, sex. He was very open-minded, never judging me or shooting me a strange look when I revealed a new fantasy. On one. Get that cock deep into her and I’ll see how many fingers her ass can take.” Blood was pounding through my head, I placed the head of my cock inside Carla’s welcoming damp pussy lips, and pushed. Carla grunted, softer but every bit as intense, with the exertion of taking my rod all the way inside of her with a single strong thrust. There was little resistance, and with one sustained push I sank balls deep into her familiar pussy, different than Amelia’s tight young girl pussy, but still.