She let a huge moan out, wrapping her legs around me harder. She was rubbing my body harder and harder now. So I pulled her panty down slowly, lifting...up her petticoat and saree. She whispered, “Pleeezzz Prashhaaanth,.fuck me hard before my husband gets suspicious and calls me here”. So I smile, looking deep into her eyes and slowly kissed her, my hands still pulling her panty down.And then I felt her hands on my cock, 1 hand was holding my girth while the other was massaging my balls and. Like a surgeon over the operating table of a dead patient, I won't give up. As if my will alone can bring Chris's cock back to life, I fight on. But, of course, it is no use. When I finally give up, I am the dejected, but valiant fighter. There is no hope. The patient is lost.I cuddle with Chris and tell him, unconvincingly, that it is okay-that it doesn't matter. I tell him this with an intensity that shows how much it does matter. I make all of the excuses for him-he's tired, he's under a lot. Shannon reacted to the thought with sadness and tired resignation. It must be a scene she thought about a lot.Ellen finished her wine.Master, if it’s okay with you, we should get going.Jake stood.“Same time tomorrow, Shannon?”“You haven’t gotten to see Jan yet,” she said, trying to find a reason for them to stay longer.“Probably for the best. We’ll be here tomorrow at 6:30.”The instructor thinks you are beautiful, Jake sent her when they were in the car. I think so, too. Thank you, master.. I just shook my head yes. “I promise you are going to love this so much that I won’t be the last.”He grabbed my hips and pulled me back at the same time that he thrust forward. “Oh fuck,” escaped my lips as he entered me. It was a response of pleasure. I felt his helmet push past my ring and then a few more inches entered me instantly. He pulled back and without hesitating pushed forward again. Just over two-thirds of his seven inches were inside of my loosened hole in two thrusts. With his.