He slowly pushed the head in and I bit down on he’s pillow trying not to scream as he entered me. My god it was big as he started to push more in, b...ting hard on the pillow gripping the covers tight. He started to get faster and harder shouting abuse at me holding my head down into the pillow muffling my screams and groans as he fucked me hard. I could feel every inch of that massive cock in me pounding my tight little ass. It went on for ages stuck in the same position until he suddenly pulled. .. oh nooooo... NOOOOOOOOO. It was wrong, horribly, hideously wrong... monstrous, depraved, evil, unclean, perverted.Wanda came out of her room. It felt good to have a bath after working like a slave all day while Bette Jean lay in bed with one of her ailments. But this situation wasn't going any further. Tonight she'd corner old Lester and tell him just exactly what she expected. He'd agree all right. Her self confidence came back with a rush. She'd have him panting in no time... he'd agree to. Finally, I asked, "Master, is there something you'd like me to do?" Turn around."I turned around."Lift your skirt and remove your panties."My skirt went up, my panties hit the floor."Now play with your asshole." What?"I peeked over my shoulder. He lay on the bed with his fly down and his cock out. It was indeed a very large cock."Play with your asshole. Spit on your finger and rub it." Really?" That seemed such a strange thing to do."Yes really! And disobey me one more time, or give me any more. Instead i'm sitting there rock hard trying not to cum next to a guy who is floppy, keeps looking over at my dick (didn't really bother me tbh) - time to unload.I said "you sure you don't want to cum mate?" and he replied "nah..i'll do it later"....i then asked him, cock still in hand and porn now in full swing in front of us if he had other chaps over before me. He said yes and the last one was about a month ago or so. So...he obviously had more experience than me. Strange. Any way, I politely.