And again, not pausing, simply fucking me as fast and as hard as he could, our grunts joining and echoing in the tiny bathroom. By this time I was ba...bbling so loudly that I was sure everyone in the bar must know what was going on. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass, Sir. Fuck my slutty whore ass. Fuck your dirty little bunny whore.” All of that and more as I started to come.“Don’t you dare,” he warned me, but there was nothing I could do about it. I felt my cunt and ass contract and spasm, squeezing his. She reached up, tracing the edge of the choker with one long red-tipped fingernail, smiling to herself at how sexy it made her look. Satisfied that she looked just the way they liked, she laid out the new things she’d bought. Standing next to her bed, she’d checked the time as she slipped into the sexy garments, knowing the boys would be finishing their dinner and coming up soon. She’d checked herself in the mirror one more time, just to make sure she was properly dressed before getting on her. She stood up and made to walk to the….. room, she hadn’t let go of my hand, I had stayed sat down, presuming she wouldn’t want me to go in with her. She tugged my hand, turned to see I was still sat and simply said “Please”. I couldn’t turn her down.The mid-wife, in the room smiled at us both as she directed Lyn to go behind some curtains. “Your first?” she asked her as Lyn stripped behind the screen. She also looked at me for a response. “Yes my first” Lyn replied. The mid-wife swung her eyes. Me: ye raj ki baat hai phir kabhi Simran: batao naa please tumhe meri kasamMe: maine maa ko kai baar nahate hue dekha hai uski body ko dekhte mera lund pagal ho jaata hai Simran: maa ko bata dun kya ki uska beta Me: achha ji 100 chuhe kha ke billi chali haj koSimran: hahhahhaha Majak kr rahi thi Simran: agar tumhari fantasy ghar me hi puri krwa dun to Me: kya matla main samjha nahin Simran: isme samjhne ki kya baat hai mere alaawa maa hi ghar me dusre aurat haiMe: kya sachh? Kya yeh possible.