She didn’t even bother about him that night. She was just feeling when will it be morning. When her daughter and husband will leave house. She was f...eling so nervous. Took mobile to message Prajwal. He was offline. Again, she messaged. No response. She messaged Good Night. Still no response. She walked to hall to watch TV. Sat on sofa, started thinking once Prajwal comes, where he will sit? What all he might do? she opened her night zip and put her hand inside. Will he press my boobs like this?. . I need you. This. Fucking fuck, Benji, please!” Her voice trembled, and she felt tears prick at her eyes. They filled and overflowed, and Marissa didn't care that she was openly crying her pleasure for anyone to hear. She couldn't do without this glorious sensation that Benji brought her. She couldn't give it up, and suddenly she didn't want to. Benji moaned and cursed, then pulled out of her snatch, making Marissa whine to be filled again. She raised her head and looked over her shoulder at. Once more I cried out loudly, "You like that whore?" Jon said loudly to me. It took a minute for the pain to ease, "Yes master" I cried "I love it master" I added, knowing that Jon would want to hear me answer as a slave would. I then came down a bit and before I could gather myself, a third and fourth set of lashes streaked hard across my back as Jon whipped me to not only his pleasure, but what was now starting to be a pleasure for me as well. "Whip me" I cried out, "Whip me hard" I begged. I asked Chitra to wear skirts which were upto her knee and a tee shirt or shirt on top. She readily obliged and I was surprised as shoe would have never agreed earlier for this. Few days passed. One day Ashish was taking bath and I was little horny, I kissed Chitra and slowly moved hands on her well round buts. She reciprocated and started kissing me. I moved her skirt up and removed her panty. Her clean shaven pussy was wet she was hungry for a banana. I slowly removed her bra without removing.