She sat sipping her drink, alone, checking her phone. No different from last Saturday night. And theprevious two before that. Except now she was being...pathetic in public. The clothes she had chosen, that had feltso good when contemplating a night of raucous fun with the girls, now made her feel stupid. It was thesmall discomforts of the shoes and bra that she felt not their sexiness. Dressed up with somewhereto go that turned out not to be worth it.Then the music just stopped. It was like the. We had a breakfast and we both were silent not talking to each other.Now i started to watch tv and after sometime sushma also came to watch tv, still there is not much talk between us, then she went to prepare lunch, i also soon went to kitchen to help her and started talking to her, i said how long you will be silent talk something, she said you have become very naughty brother, i am slightly scared of you, i laughed and said y are you scared of me, do i look like a monster to you, she said. She swallowed with a slight effort, then licked and sucked the rest of my cum from my dick, swallowing that, too, correctly assuming that I would want that.Interestingly, my dick was still rock hard and I could certainly use some more action.I turned to the guy who was still lying there watching us, no doubt wondering what was next. I noticed there was no fear on his face now, just uncertainty."What's your name?" I asked."Vic," he replied."You cum yet?" He shook his head. "OK. Lay down here,". " "Look at you!" "Bent over getting butt ****d!" She loved that. I could hear her mumble, "Yes, Yes, **** me, **** my Butthole." I could see she was loving it as she fantasized about butthole ****d. Soon Teresa was going to cum as she lived out her fantasy of being verbally degraded and butthole ****d. I stopped pumping her cunt but left my cock in for sensation, and started working her butthole with that monster dildo. He butthole was stretched tightly around the bat sized thing and I could.