" He hesitated. He felt that she had gone too far, but then silently arguedback, 'Just do it. Do whatever the kinky bitch wants, or she won't let youf...ck her. You do want to fuck her, don't you?' "Do it, Jack, or I swear you'll walk out of here with that hard-on inyour pants." He leaned forward. For moment he hesitated; the crop smelt of worn leatherand raw sweat - could he really do it? Jack closed his eyes and thought abouther golden cunt. "Thank you, little Nicky, for teaching me obedience,". Now I thought this is the best time if anything could happen. One day I invited them for a lunch and even Asha came in a light blue saree perfectly dressed we had a nice time and I slowly started speaking more with her and even casual phone talks she is so short and sweet even in her speech. I sensed she was feeling lonely because my friends call her once in a blue moon. She felt comfortable speaking with me. She has caught me several times my eyes admiring at her sexy structure hope she should. It was during her Junior year of college that things began to happen that would change her life forever.The pain still hurt from her college memories, of the teasing she suffered when girls in the shower had walked in on her when she thought she'd been alone. Tears streamed down her face when she recalled the names they'd all called her that day. "Freak" was the one that hurt her the most back then. She wanted to be a 'normal' young woman, but it wasn't possible.She'd worked so hard in her. I shoved hard, and slid all the way into her. She was really wet! For someone who was supposed to be tired, it didn’t slow her sex down. That told me that she was pretty horny too. I pumped slowly in and out of her a few times, and couldn’t believe how really wet she was. I was getting soaked with her juices, much more so that usual. It was like the times when we make love more than once in an evening and there is a lot of my sperm still inside her. Finally, I decided that if she was really.