She rocked back and forth for a while and she looked at me. “Having fun bro? I sure am. ” she said. “How come we’re going at this so slow?” ... asked. “Because I want it slow. If we went fast you’d cum and the fun would be over. I want this to last till mom and dad get home. ” she explained. “You want mom and dad to see us?” I asked. “mmhmmm. . . Oh god this feels good. . . Mom and dad don’t care about us. They don’t care what we do. Mom knew that I fucked in their bed before and she just looked. I instantly smashed the vase on his face, knocking him down. But it was too late. Mr. Smith had recovered and was upon me in seconds. Grabbing me by my hair, he dragged me towards the bed while I squirmed helplessly. Soon, I was lying on th bed while they both rained blows on me. Jake was especially furious as I had hit him. He called me a cheap slut, smashed my face into the bed and told me he was going to rape me to death. I wailed each time one of them punched my boobs or slapped my ass. The. Gently, yet in command of me, I felt him pull me onto his bulging crutch, as his tongue opened my lips in a kiss that burned like fire. There was nothing soft about Dirk, and I felt the heat of his body begin to melt mine. His huge hands covered my bottom, and I wiggled a little and received a playful spank for it. His hands slid up my spine as his tongue explored my mouth, licking my moisture commanding my tongue to lie still as he explored me. Gently he grasped my hair and pulled my head. I was not sure what he was meaning by asking me to meet his wife, he looked like he was in his forties and spoke broken English with a slight British Asian accent. So I asked him why he was inviting me, since I was a total stranger. He replied and said that he wants to meet and make friends with European men and have a casual talk over food and drinks in his home and also wants to expose his wife to western culture to which I agreed and that same evening I went to his home somewhere in East.