She replied that she has no mood to go to college as she has some quarrel between her husband in the morning.I asked her “shall I come to your home ...ow?”She replied “ sure dear, that will be a relief “I went to her home and she greeted me in. We sat on the couch, her face was so dull and eyes filled with tears. To cheer her up I brought some different topic but she was so depressed and not responding well.I asked why are you living with that cruel men. She said “ I’m don’t want to hurt and. She was feeling like in heaven and was now moaning pretty loud. I asked her to get some oil. She handed me a small oil sachet from the drawer and I smeared some oil on her asshole.Then I wore a condom since it was in the asshole and slowly tried to enter her ass. She wasn’t receiving it well but somehow and with great difficulty and overcoming a lot of resistance, I pushed my mushroom head into her tiny asshole. That’s it! Kavya was crying, shouting, moaning and even cursing – all together. I. "Elizabeth is coming along well, and I detect signs that you have become the Master she needed." I am trying. But I do feel a fool at times. I am acting the part, not being the part." Hendy was nodding his head in agreement."Yes, I suspected that would be how it would strike you. But given time you will grow into it. But you must be doing something right, as Elizabeth appears to be very happy." He paused. "You did beat her?" Matt shrugged, ashamed and embarrassed."Yes. It seemed she wanted to. I crossed the river at a commonly used ford and headed for the nearest of the cantinas. I wasn't surprised when The El Paso Kid wasn't there, but I talked to the bartender in hope of getting some more solid information. My Spanish accent was perfect for that area, and I could talk like a working class bumpkin or like a hidalgo, as the situation called for. In this case, I made myself sound like a bumpkin so that I would not appear threatening.I didn't find out much, other than my quarry had not.