I laughed, 'It is her subtle way of reminding me that your ass hole cherry is still intact'.'Kya tum ab meri gaand maroge? (Are you going to fuck me i...n the ass now?)' Cassie asked.'Only if you agree' I replied.She murmured to herself, 'Nisha keh rahi thi gaand marwane main bahut mazaa aata hai. Ek din tau gaand marwani hee hai. Phir aaj kyon nahin? (Nisha was saying fuck in the ass hole is very pleasurable. One day I have to have my ass hole fucked then why not today). Then turning to me she. " What the hell are you playing at you dirty cow? " i asked. She gave me a lewd smile and replied " Well i got fed up of waiting for you didnt i " why dont you come over here and get your tongue right up my asshole while i fuck myself " As she said this she pulled open her arse cheeks to give me a great view of her gorgeous little puckered rosebud. She knew i was never going to refuse as i never do. First of all i slipped a finger into her tight asshole and then got my tongue stuck right in. She sounded very very desperate. They dated, kids stuff really. Movies, carnivals, classically cliché things that made her feel comfortable. He was polite and firm. She was afraid to upset him and always tried to be as pretty as possible on her dates. He had her by a leash, she loved it. They kissed, but anything else was avoided almost awkwardly. She would put out, she made that clear, but he just ignored her body. Sometimes she felt ugly and beautiful at the same time. This frustrated. “That woman is impossible!” Jennifer said. “How do we make her stop this?”“We’ve tried everything,” Elyse said. “And we’ve run into dead-ends. Steve’s theory is that Dustin Brady is Rachel’s father, but he died, so there is nothing we can do there. DNA tests, court rulings, and a restraining order haven’t worked. Short of putting a hit on Carla, I don’t know what we can do!”“I did ask Gwen Meyer to call Brandon Littleton to see if he’d have a word with Carla, but I think the chances of THAT are.