Soon her fingertips were wet and the squishing of her juices filled my ears. She opened her lips for me to see the tunnel within and then slowly circl...d just inside with the tip of her index finger as she stared at me.“I must have twenty years’ practice at this,” she said quietly, “yet I’ve never meant to show it to a man. All those men staring at me, demure and quiet, an inscrutable, simplistic Oriental woman, either a servant or a courtesan or a chaste sexless statue. Does it shock you?. He began to slide out and then back in. How weird. I could feel details of his dick. He moaned as he slowly began to fuck me. It was still pain and pleasure. He moved his hands to my shoulders and began to fuck more forcefully. I felt like a girl getting pounded. His thrusts increased in frequency and his moans grew louder. I could feel him growing inside me. He began a few final hard forceful thrusts as I felt him pumping his warm fluid in me. He collapsed on my back gasping. His dick slowly. So when she needs some help she used to come to my dearest wife. One day while I was at our Boutique she came but was a bit sad we exchanged greetings & settled down. Then my wife inquired her is she not feeling well, so she told that no she is well but her sewing machine as it is old is not working well & she also wants to buy a new machine but her present financial situation is not allowing her to do so, it is effecting her work very much & so she is worried about this as she is getting her. The man stood in the doorway watching her. She blushed in shame when he entered, then lost her concentration and slumped forward. Then she arched beautifully and wailed in desperation as the current pulsed into her pussy. She was a hot bitch, naked and bound and whipped into a frenzy by his clever torment. And the fact that she herself determined what happened, in a helpless, tormented way, only added to her stimulation. He was contemplating a new addition to her bondage torment. He rummaged.