Your fingers thrust into my pussy, your thumb into my ass."How many?" Two," I respond.I feel the end of the crop caressing between my buttocks, as you... fingers fuck me. The urge to cum over your fingers has my hips wriggling, but you withdraw, leaving me feeling bereft. A thwack as the third one lands on the other cheek. It was harder than the previous ones and brings tears to my eyes."Three."I hear you move, the sound of a drawer opening. Cool firmness pushed into my pussy, the smaller end of. I take care of my kids, send them to school, make dinner for them and pick them up from after-school care or a friend’s house everyday. I don’t have any time for myself or even a boyfriend because I’m always tired, or tense. I just need a good fuck!” Whoa! I thought to myself. This is rather blunt, but I wasn’t going to be a prude about it; after all, I asked what was wrong. She must have noticed my facial reaction because her delicate face turned a dark shade of red due to her embarrassment. . Tum ho hi ithni khubsoorath, kisiki bhi niyyath phisal jaaye.Mom: Aisi baatho se hi tumne mera dil jeeth liya.Arjun: Sirf dil hi nahi aur bhi bahuth kuch jeetha hoon tumhara.Mom: Bahuth badmash hogaye ho tum. (and mom felt shy)Arjun: Hai Fathu tum sharmate hue aur bhi khubsoorath lagti ho.Mom: Sirf taaref hi karoge ya kuch aur bhi karne ka iraadha hai.I was shocked to hear such words from my mom. When anyone sees my mom they feel that there would be no other lady as pious and innocent as my. “I am Ozmat.”The youth’s declaration took me by surprise. I looked at him for a moment and then I glanced towards the two dead men lying on the ground between us. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that life in Osgar’s group had gotten worse since I’d spoken to him last. I sighed at the thought of what that meant and then I looked back at the young man.“Greetings, Ozmat of the River People,” I responded keeping my voice calm and my manner formal. “I come before you with open hands..