I don’t want to leave like this. I don’t want to fucking leave, at all! Tell me to stay. Tell me you want me to stay.”She regarded him a long ti...e. “I want you to stay.” She grinned wryly at his obvious relief. “Stop this marriage shit though. It’s hard enough for me as it is.” She shifted angrily. “Jesus, Ken, you had your hand down my fucking panties.” She laughed, hoarsely. “I wanted to rape your ass.”She uncrossed her arms and relaxed beneath him again, flexing her shoulders. She glanced at. I had very little say in the matter; Mona and Michael had already virtually decided what was going to happen before the conversation started: They were going to be together. If I didn't like it, I could leave or I could stay and just deal with the situation. The problem was that I still loved my wife, worshipped at her feet - quite literally sometimes - to lose her would have been the end of my world.And so it was decided. I moved into the guest room and Michael moved into my room, with my wife. Thwack!Jenny jerked and shook as pain seemed to return through her excited loins. Farouk let his breath out as he watched the naked lovely curvy white girl tremble in her bonds. Her skin seemed damp and he noticed the droplets on her forehead. She seemed so fresh, and wonderfully curvy. He wondered how her father would have responded to seeing his daughter having an orgasm in front of these Arab men. It would probably have increased his anguish.He would be able to go soon and report to her. Next day when after taking my dinner and when raju and preeti had left and i had closed all the doors i retired to my bed for sleeping i found that roopa had again come and asked me aap ne kyaa sonchaa (what have you decided).I said that tum mere saath let kar so sakti ho magar 6 baje tak uth jana aur tum yeh baat kisi ko bhi nahin bataaogi (you can sleep with me but you should get up at 6 a.m. but you should not tell it to any body).I said tum mere saath so-ogi aur mujhe chodne ki ichchha huee.