I, on a funny note, asked if I can have sex with her friends too. She laughed and said will plan for that too.Later Aruna told everything to her frien...s and however convinced them. She also offered them to have sex with me as two of her friends are sex maniacs too. She told them that I was a good boy and I love her soo much. On their approval, Aruna and I made a plan. As most of the software professionals have their week offs on Saturday and Sunday, I said I would arrive by her flat by Friday. She was wearing a clinging burgundy satin dress that fell three or four inches above her knees. The top was wide across her shoulders. It was clear that she had grown since last year as her modest breasts strained against the material and the outline of her bra was obvious on the front of the dress. The dress held onto her pert little bottom as she teetered around on medium-height silver pumps. To my delight, just like a number of the girls at the dance, her thin legs were wrapped in sheer tan. I really liked using the field telephone on her too; it could make that tall, strong body of her's move in impossible ways against the ropes holding her. I was fascinated by the amount of punishment her muscular, but so womanly body could take. Even more, I liked the feeling of power I had over this beautiful woman, the woman who had been my boss. And most of all I liked showing off that power I had over her.When Amanda had taken over the station- back before I made into my slut- she had forced. I was tired. But I’ve said this before, he’s a bastard.“My turn. Doggy-style.”I uttered one word, “lube”, rolled over, and stuck my ass in the air. He slathered his cock and assaulted me with it. He went deep into my pussy. I was his cunt and he used me for self-gratification. He was a bastard to pound me senselessly, roughly, deeply, and rudely. He uttered and guttered something. I couldn’t hear anything over the slap of his balls and thighs and cock.“Roll over, dammit. I have one last gift.