My blood was racing. The room seemed lonely and a sort of fear gripped me. Yes, I wanted him. Yes, that was the truth. I drank a glass of water. I rem...embered I had not kept drinking water in his room. I took a jar and a glass and knocked his room. The door was open and he called me in. He was reading some book. I kept the water on side table. He again said good night. I came near the door and asked if I can switch off the light. He told me to switch off the light while going back. I switched. His unyielding, steady pumping of my bottom was magical. I felt he was making love to me and not just simply fucking me. I was getting more and more crazed by his skill. Helplessly and completely his - being beneath this wonderful man, was a surrender I was finding to be so amazing and so very sweet.Peter was such a real man, and now proving how magnificent he was as a lover. I was becoming so moved. He was orchestrating and controlling me while slowly bringing me higher and higher. I squealed. I straight away kissed her on her lips and it was deep for 10 mins. Then we broke and looked me in my eyes in a lustful manner. I got the green signal and tore open her tank top. Her huge tits were just covered by the bra. She said: “Open it bro..Make me naked”. I became hornier. I removed her bra and I was so happy to see her nude big tits in front of me.Sister: mere boobs ache lage?Me: bohotSister: phir wait keu kar rahe ho..Chuso mere bade bade boobs…Just suck them broI then took one of her. A...whore...She said quietly. “Good…“At least as long as it´s part of my...training, Paul..“Good…His eyes were still on the phone. Her´s was upstairs, charging on the bed stand. She looked over her shoulder, at the window. A light rain was falling outside. “Turn around, Anja...” he finally said, tapping on the phone a few times more, while she spun around. Then she placed her elbows on the counter. Her heart had begun to beat faster now. She heard the sound of his chair being moved on the tiled.