Raand. Kutiya. Gulaam. Whore. Bitch. Slave. Words to tell her where to worship. Choot for cunt, gaand for tight dark arsehole, happy to push her tongu... deep into both. Maggie was broken completely and she wanted it no other way.As for Deepanwita. No, she didn’t love this whore but yes, she enjoyed this whore, her kutiya. In truth, she wasn’t even especially attracted to women and her parents had already arranged for marriage to a man from an excellent family matching the status of her own. She. And he felt, his cock jerk into sudden, instant rigidity, as if it were alive, as if it were straining for release from its cloth prison. Cautiously, his eyes went to Lily's face.She was looking directly at the bulge in his pants now, smiling through half-parted lips as though hypnotized by its growing hardness."'You want me to fuck you, Lily, don't you," he breathed. "That's right, isn't it? You want me to fuck you up between your legs, don't you?" No, no," she protested, feeling as if her. He was the first man she had ever had to fellate under duress. The horror of that initiation would never leave her. Then there had been Jason. Then Quentin. Then others. There seemed no limits. Her mouth had become a sexual garbage can. Not that Havers thought of it in those terms at that moment. It was like hot, wet, silken velvet. Soft yet strong. Sucking and pulling incessantly. So deliciously. There was the tongue, too, f lickering and laving. Oh the joy of it! He began to pant... Began to. Why in the hill country in the States, there’s a story told of a young man who marries and goes off with his bride. The next morning he came back home alone. When his father asked him what had happened, the young man replied, ‘She were a virgin, Pa.’ To which his father replied, ‘You did right, son. If she weren’t good enough for her own folks, she sure ain’t good enough for us.’” Then looking up at Donald who was laughing at her joke she asked, “Am I good enough for Doug, sir?”“Well ... so.