She was wearing a black embellished, mock-layer dress that came down to her knees. There was also just enough cleavage. She looked gorgeous.“You loo......gorgeous!” I said, looking her up and down. She smiled.“Thanks!”“You can go sit on the couch. Dinner will be ready in like five minutes.” She looked at me, then looked at the couch, then back at me.“I wanna help!” she said with this ‘duh!’ tone to it. I told her there really wasn’t anything left to do but wait, so she went and sat on the couch.. ..You warn me not to move an inch as you grab a blade and slide it slowly up and down my stomach, my breathing quickening. You tell me if I move I will be sorry as I start to cry from fear ... another slap to the face as you warn me not to make a single sound, and for every sound I make, I will get another hit, and another, harder and harder until I am quiet...You put the knife away and give me a sign that it can come out at any time, and I better be smart about this ... you get off me, and. I suddenly grab Amy forcing her into my garage and hit the remote closing the door. I shove her against my car, pinning her hips to the bumper. She tries to spin around to see what is going on, but my hand tangled in her hair and yanked her head back. My other hand fondled one braless tit through her flimsy t-top. She realized she can't move and she feels a rising panic. My hand reached around unzipping her shorts, then I reach down into her shorts from behind - there is a sharp intake of. “want to make you pregnant Neeru” I thought that in my mind as I kept on fucking her endlessly. Her boobs bobbed up and down as she kept on taking my torture in her pussy. My thick and long rod was pistoning out of her pussy real fast. I wanted the wet blot in her wraparound to be bigger , for the people to see how good fuck she got just now and how slutty she was.She was nothing but a slut to me , otherwise in no condition can a married woman let her be fucked by another man that too in public.