... so fuck me up the ass." "Just please do it....do it......., shove it in my asshole and stop hurting me, please.......please......." And she sobbed...out loud, tears running from her eyes as she kept softly begging. "I'm a whore.....I'm a whore......fuck me......fuck my ass,....... please.....please just fuck me in the ass."They turned Michelle around and helped her kneel on the locker room bench. One of them moved in front of her to hold her up and began slapping her face with his cock while. “She is,” Tamara said. “I’ve never been into girls before, but ... She is sexy.”Garnet beamed.Tamara led us back through the living room. I glared at the wedding pictures. We would get rid of those later, for now, we would just love each other. Garnet let Tamara take the lead now. This was our new life. We would have such an amazing time.Tamara hurried us up the stairs, her ass looking so cute in her flannel pajama bottoms. I couldn’t wait to see my new wife naked. We gained the second floor. Her illness also causes her to see illusions that are not there. She was so sick that I was starting to be afraid of her and also that she might accidentally hurt our son without realizing it. I had warned her several times I will leave if she doesn’t get her aggressive attitude under control. One day she heard of a joke I had told my aunt and my wife had gotten very mad. I decided I would have to leave before she got so angry one of these days that she would accidentally hurt our son. I had. This time she did not open her sari and just lifted it to her waist and untied the petticoat knot. It was sticking to her buttock as it was wet and she had to struggle a bit to finally slide it over her round ass cheeks. The very sensation of not wearing anything below her sari was giving Zeenat a turn on. Almost an hour passed, but there was no sign of Sanjeev taking Zeenat for 'diksha'. Her petticoat was more or less dry now and she was thinking of wearing it when there was a knock.