’ I glared at him, wanting him back on me and pushing himself inside me. He trailed his fingers around my mound and watched as my eyes rolled and I ...moaned loudly. ‘Gain some, Beth. I’m not rushing.’I knew he would play with me this way. That he would take his time and that every time I would try to rush, he would pull away. And that left me in the position to behave. Or at least try. I moved my hips against his hands and felt his fingers push their way inside of me. I moaned again as I gripped. As I told she is a widow, she does the business of milk products like milk, curd for their earnings. One Saturday when I reached my aunt house I was so tired. So I finished off the breakfast and started sleeping. My aunt’s daughter had gone for an excursion on that day. Only I and my aunt satya were there. Suddenly I woke up and saw what my aunt was doing; she was drilling the curd pot in one corner of the house. When she drills the curd pot her boobs were exposed clearly. I got tempted by. She moaned loudlywith me as the head of my cock passed into her, stretching the syrupy fleshwithin her. Leaning her hand against the rack, she put her other handaround my neck and pulled me to her. The result was that I slid in anotherinch and her tongue almost jammed down the back of my throat. The angle of entry was perfect, and I drew my hips around in lazycircles, the walls of her cunt slowly allowing me access to my shaft. Icould feel the pulsing of her blood, her heavy breathing in. Master would strike my clit with the crop every time there was a change in dicks using my cunt or ass. My hands were in constant use as well, as dicks would be offered for me to stoke while my mouth and ass or cunt was full. I lost count of how many times I felt cum sprayed on me.Every now and then Master would feed me water through a hose and I would beg for more dick, so he knew I was enjoying all I was getting. It was a bit frustrating to not be able to fuck all the dicks back. But soon I.