We pull into the parking lot of my apartment. I exit the truck and quickly come open your door while you fidget with your purse.Once out of the truck ... surprise you, gracefully, I grab your wrists, standing you up, bending at the knees, I grab you around the waist, tossing you over my shoulder, with a firm smack on your ass, and we head for the bedroom. With your hands near my I head board I slide a set of flexcuffs on you allowing me my way with you. Your hands attached to the bed by the. They provided a list of the models and packages he could choose from. I let the eighteen-year-old saleswoman talk him into doing test drives on each of the cars his parents said he could pick from for his car. For safety reasons, we couldn’t ride with him.I walked around the lot with his sister on my shoulders. She seemed to enjoy being about to see things from that height.Her brother finished his test drives.He came over to where I was walking around with his sister on my shoulders. I let the. I knew what was coming. I admit that I was longing for it all along. My legs were forced apart and his legs were placed between mine. His strong hands grabbed and pried apart my ass cheek. And finally, I felt it.The fat, slippery head of his cock slowly crept up between my cheeks; invading my ass. He stopped for a few seconds. The bulbous tip was lightly pressing, yet trapped still between the flesh of my lower ass cheeks, right before the entrance ring of my rectum. I could feel him. I was frantically trying to pat the dust away when Shanti says, “Bhaiya, isso paani mein daal deti hun, saara dhool nikal jayega (I’ll put it in the water, it’ll soak all the dust out)”. I was confused whether she was asking me to take them off later and hand it over for a wash or whether she suggested taking them off right now.She pointed towards my jeans’ button to signal that I should take the pair off right now. “No, let it be, we can wash it later”, I muttered. I was feeling perplexed.