” Woh gussa ho gayi.Fir boli, “Dekha nahi jayega. Mujhe chahiye tera lund, sala thakta hi nahi hai. Mera boyfriend to 10 minute bhi nahi chod pata... Esiliye jab tak yahan hu, mujhe tere se khub chudna hai.” Maine bola, “Thik hai, par ek shart hai.” Woh boli- “Kya?” Maine bola, “Mujhe teri gaand marni hai.”Woh boli, “Nahi, usme bohut dard hoga aur tera lund to kitna mota hai.” Maine bola, “Chut phadwane mein dard nahi hua tha kya.” Anamika boli, “Acha thik hai, kal mar lena. Abhi sone de. Itne. I don't know if my ex-wife was into the drugs or whether she was with him because of his money and bad-boy reputation. Either way, it would appear I had deprived the bitch of her meal ticket and possibly went some way to explain her hatred of me at my trial, even going some way to explain why she lied in court as she did. Revenge for what she reckoned she had lost I suppose...Archie pointed out that I would have to defend myself wholeheartedly when the attack came. I would be unable to placate. " she stammered."I want those stains, all of them, gone, girl!" I didn't raise my voice, just hardened my tone."Yes, sir!" she answered, and started scrubbing at the material, still trying to avoid the elongated bulge of my 'third' leg."All of them, girl!" I hissed.She gulped and nodded, starting to tentatively scrub at the bulge as well. My cock, of course, started to grow and elongate. Amy stared fixedly at it, swallowing hard, as she continued her cleaning duties. I handed her the second. An inarticulate roar burst from deep in my chest. The pressure inside my balls exploded, and surge after surge of hot semen pulsed through my glowing, inflamed cock as I strained and quivered against her.Finally, the spurts ebbed, then ceased, and Cindy slowly lowered herself back to the table top, drawing me with her, still deeply imbedded. She sighed and looked away, suddenly shy somehow. I reached up to stroke her hair as a wave of tenderness washed over me, while still slowly moving gently.