Steve's jawdropped he hastily put on his robe and stormed into the debriefingroom.There he saw Rebecca already in her own body wearing a bathrobe andd...ying off her wet hair. "A TRAMP STAMP?!" he yelled. "You tattooedme?"Rebecca busted out laughing. "I had forgotten about that," she said,"I got that on the first day. It's a fake one. A long lasting fakeone though, it should be gone in about a week."Steve reached back and rubbed the area hoping it would rub off."Scared the hell out of me.". " Really?" I said. After another long pause, I told her, "She's just a poor girl who wanted to be a grand duchess. She learned airs and hung out with high society. She slums it, sure, like with the Negro, but she thinks he's a classy guy. I mean he dresses up and everything. She sees you as the opposite of the way a lady should be, you know, the way you dress. But I don't. I love the way you look. I love the way you wear what's appropriate to you and fuck anyone else. I think you look sexy as. Groaning in bliss, I reached between us and started to rub her clit as I made love to her, panting in her ear as I got closer to my peak. I loved the way her body reacted, the way her breath felt against my skin, and just how she seemed to milk me. “Fuck yes…right there…oh god…right there.” She cried out, and her body convulsed harder, milking me, actually milking my cock as I fucked her, pumping harder and faster into her, listening to the sound of our bodies meeting and separating, the sound. ” Then Mr. A put that big monster into my wife’s love hole without a condom. That’s the thing I really didn’t liked. I don’t want my wife to give birth to any foreigner’s baby. I wanted to protest but wasn’t able to do. He was fucking her like animal.First he started by standing at the edge of the bed while shruti lying in the bed. Then he started to ride her in cowgirl position. Her Boobs were jumping in a rhythm. She was moaning and kept shouting dirty words like “I m a cheap slut, punish me.