They put her on their shoulders and carried her to the camp. The master wanted her inside so she was turned on her side and put through the door. Thi... was the first time she entered the lodge, since her arrival. It was a typical man oriented fishing camp. There were trophies on the walls from past hunting and fishing trips, a fireplace, bearskin rug, comfortable couches, chairs and a large table in the middle, full of beer bottles. On one side of the room there were stairs leading up to the. “It was great,” she said. What a great life she thought. Here she had a man half her age, who loved to screw her and a husband who also loved to screw her. She got all the sex she desired, which, from her observations, was considerably more than most women wanted. She couldn’t understand why they didn’t want more. It is incredibly exciting and fun.Sue pulled into the driveway and pushed the garage opener. Bob’s car was already sitting there. He had beaten her home. She shut off the car and got. I was home alone that night as everyone else was wisiting family.After closing the door behind them the one that had me holding push me roughly on the ground. 'if you scream ill cut your throat'he said gruffly. i began to back away, tears streaming down my face, shaking my head, trying not to scream for dear live. The first was on me in a second, ripping my camisole off to expose my breast. He handled them roughly, pinching and squeezing. he unzip his pants, freed his cock and roughly push in. And with each day, I used to push my boundaries with Khyati. I started to hug her while meeting and leaving, I started to playfully tap her thighs or hands or back while flirting. She never opposed any of it.One fine day, I was just tired of jerking to her thoughts and decided to take matters into my own hands. It was a weekend and we were just having our usual drinks and dinner at her place. That day Khyati was dressed in tight black salwar kameez which had long cut on sides, exposing her.