Ab Varun bhi siskiya lene laga. Mai uska lund apni choot me tight hota hua mehsoos kar rahi thi.“aaaaaaaahhhhh. Aaaaaahhhhh. Bhaaaaabhiiiii mai jha...ne wala hoonnn. Aaaaaahhhhh. Aaaaaahhhhhh”, Varun sisakte hue bola, “bhabhi. Kaha girao apna maal?”“aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh. Dewar jiiii uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh. Meri choot ke andarrrrrrrrr. Andarrr hi gira doooooooohhhhhhhhh. Kafiiii waqt se kisi mardddddd ka garam maaaaalllllll iss choooottttttt ne liya nahi haiiiiii . ” My girlie voice was getting better with practice. The other car pulled along side and the redhead got out carrying jumper cables. He hooked up the cables and looked over at his friend. “Did you tell her the price?” he asked the blonde. His hand was once again on my ass and this time it stayed there and squeezed. The blonde stammered a little and looked embarrassed. “You didn’t think this was free did you girlie?” he grinned. “Well, I, er … I thought maybe,” I stuttered. My brain was racing. I. I had seen a dirty magazine with a man on top of a woman. All I could see of her were her knees and now I knew he was fucking me like a woman. I felt this strange desire to have him control me, to use me, yet I wanted to cum and feel my cock explode. But without his hand or mine shaving I doubted it would happen.In my mind was this black and white picture on the bent up old magazine page of the man on top of a woman. The only difference, other than I wasn’t a woman was she was hugging him. "I went home really feeling bad. I tossed and turned all night. After school I still went to see Maggie at the cottage. I had to hear it from her lips. She was there when I got there."Jerry, what were you doing at my house last night? I told you never to come there. Are you out of your mind?" I saw you, I saw you fucking that man in your hot tub. Your husband was home, doesn't he care? Doesn't he love you like I do? I would do anything for you. I was hoping you would eventually leave him and.