Then she puts on another pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt and calls on her cell phone. She considers it in the mirror and decides that the swimsuit’... lines are too evident under the yoga pants. She takes off the clothes and changes into thong panties and no bra and puts the t-shirt and yoga pants back on.She calls a number on her cell phone, and we hear her side of the conversation “Hi, Linda. I know you have the day off, and I want you to come over.”(pause)“Great. And, today, I want you to. Take a sec, relax, get going when you’re ready.”Zahra nodded and breathed again, looking down at his stomach and running her hands up and down. Now that she’d got his cock in she felt far less anxious - it still hurt, being stretched around him, but it wasn’t remotely as bad as before, she felt a lot more comfortable this time, doing this with him, she wanted to keep going. She braced her hands on his abdomen and eased her aching arsehole back up along the shaft, seething softly, stopping. I was hurt... I had internalbleeding... The accident had hurt me worse than I thoughtand now I was hemorrhaging. I was going to bleed to death,right there in the middle of that hellhole called theRuins. I paced around in my little hidey-hole for the nexthour, knowing that moving around so much was a bad idea,that it would make me bleed even faster, but unable to helpmyself. What else could I do? I sure as hell couldn't getmedical attention like I was, even if I could get to thehospital. But. We stock up on Durex, she wears a tasty red or black g string - sometimes crotchless - and I select a pair of silk or satin boxers from my collection. We get started early Friday evening and literally don't get out of bed until Monday morning - apart from to use the bathroom or to eat - when we are both absolutely fucked.For a while we would finish our first fuck session by about 4am on Saturday morning and then sleep a few hours before going at it again after some breakfast. However, every few.