Quickly she moved to the panel and stood silently in the center. She had already been conditioned to obey instructions, without hesitation, to avoid ...nnecessary punishments. "Turn around! Bend over!" Olga's face burned beet red to think her of her fully exposed anal opening and bushy lipped slit being evaluated by unknown spectators. The area behind the desk was quite dark. All Olga could make out was several shadowy figures. They were discussing her, so softly, that she was unable to. I put out a bottle of wine and ordered a large pizza. And I waited while searching for romantic comedies with sexual scenes on Netflix. I found a good enough movie and then waited for her.At 8:21 pm, the bell rang. I was surprised that the girl came earlier, but it was the pizza guy. I settled down the pizza and wine.At 8:32 pm, the bell rang again. It was Radhika this time. She was wearing a diaphanous white shirt with light blue jean shorts and a notable amount of Crimson red lipstick. I. What she actually felt was him leaning down and his tongue probing into the rose of her arse.She bucked violently...” What the f...?” He was now pressing at the entrance to her arse and she hoped it might just be a finger but she knew that it wasn’t.His cock eased into her to the depth of the head and she let out a cry of frustration.He pushed back in,further this time,and the burning sensation was simultaneously hurting and thrilling her.He pulled out almost completely and re-entered a little. I liked that. I started to pull them down slowly. She wriggled her body to help. Once they got down to her knees I let them drop. She stepped out of them. I grabbed her shoulders and stood her up, kissing the side of her neck. Her breathing was a fairly fast now. She was really turned on. “My husband…” she said, out of breath. “What about him?” I asked, similarly breathlessly. “He… I told him…” “What?” “I told him about you asking about my Mary Janes. He said it was obvious you wanted.