As I stood in the doorway, Wendy was standing between Hellen’s spread upright legs her long blonde hair sticking to her face and tits and with Helle... moaning every time Wendy moved her body towards her, as I got closer I could see that Wendy had a strap-on dildo attached to her glistening body and fucking Hellen’s soaking pussy, another new found art with her lover.I watch as Wendy slowly fucked her with long hard strokes forcing Hellen’s body to shudder as she became more aroused with Wendy. Harish’s ecstasy knew no bounds and was shouting loud. Lalitha was enjoying his dick and had a wicked smile on her face. After 5 minutes, Harish just pulled her up and tore her petticoat.He was about to jump on her and Lalitha stopped him. She just pulled him to pressed his head on her pussy. Her pussy wasn’t shaved but was wet. Although Harish initially didn’t like her pussy smell, he started licking her. Lalitha was moaning loudly.Harish was scared that someone might wake up but he was not in. On the streets it generally means that a free woman contracts herself to a man for whom she will dedicate her life to selling herself as a prostitute to make money for him. It is fundamentally a master/slave relationship made either willingly or unwillingly. The turn out will be renamed by her pimp - given a street name - and serve him for as long as the conditions last. In prison it is the same thing, except that the turn out not only loses what personal freedom he has left, but he loses his. He swallowed his chuckle. As her hands clawed at him, and she put her kickboxing skills to practise, he blocked every attack, endured a few scratches, he wanted his rage to build. Eventually, he got bored of simply blocking, and knocked her legs from under her in one swift movement, she fell back hitting her head hard. He was on top of her, straddling her, his hands around her neck. He watched the panic build as she desperately tried to suck in air through her blocked throat. She clawed at him,.