They make love only in the missionary position over and over again; only one time per week, Saturday at 8 o'clock sharp in the evening. This makes her...angry and disoriented; she feels that she became a toy, an object. Michelle needs more, she is full of imagination and lust dreams. I am her only friend and she asks me if I want to fulfil some of her secret fantasies. I want to know the answer to a simple question: "What do you want from me, precisely?". "Well, I need someone to show a little. ’ Feeling him release her, she moved into the kitchen where she stood waiting, waiting for the inevitable. He pulled off his pants and underwear and headed over to the computer. It took a few minutes, in fact it took long enough that if she did have something in the oven, she’d have had time to get it out, put it on a plate and take a few bites. Finally it came… ‘Motherfucker! Damn it all. You know you try… you try and teach them something, but do they care… fuck no, they just go on writing. “No you’re not” he said. Looking down at me, “What’s your name?’ he asked. “Avis” I replied and again a large hand slapped across my face hard. “No it’s not” he said. “Now, what’s your name?’ again he asked. “Avis master” I replied. Placing one hand on my cheek, he slapped me hard three more times, “No It’s not” he said louder. “Whore” I cried out. Again he slapped my face hard sending me off a bit towards the floor. “Its whore” I cried out in desperation. For a second he looked at me,. .And was pressing it…..she started screaming with pleasure……she had already come 4-5 times…..her hunger for sex was increasing……she said……Rahul….. push it more……push it more….more inside me……yaaahh…come….on….Rahul….push it…she started biting my shoulder…….I was also in heaven…….I said Nishhhhhhhaaaaaa…..take me inside you…suck my dick…..by your pussy…….yeaaaaahhh……after 10 mins of rigorous pumping….she said Rahul…I am going to come for the 6th time….I said…even I am going to come…sHe contracted.