“I’m not sure if......” I blurted out worried about the pain.“Schhh......” he soothed, his hands on my hips gently pulling me onto him until... his cock head began entering me.“No.....” I cried feeling a sharp pain and again he stopped, but after a few minutes I began to get used to his cock and wriggled back against him. “Umm.., that’s good..., now just relax” he soothed slowly pulling me onto his cock. Suddenly there was a really sharp pain as his cock pressed past my sphincter but once again he. As we inhaled the sweaty smell, I though about the hours of exertion Britney had put into the thong, with all the sweat accumulating down in the volleyball shorts covering her ass and pussy. However, the smell of the piss and shit is what made me want to cum right then and there. Piss and shit, associated with an ugly, fat woman, or a guy, does nothing for me. That would repulse me. But knowing these bodily fluids were coming from a goddess like my sister got me so fucking hot and bothered. I. “They are hammering the clear curtains in the room of the guests right this moment if you want to eject them?” Anjali asked hopefully.This I had to see. Why would anyone hammer curtains? Anjali eagerly led me through the luxurious home and entered one of the bedrooms. Cherry and Berry were working together to rehang the lacy sheers in the windows. These must be the ‘clear curtains’ Anjali had referred to, that had probably just been washed. They were hanging them, not hammering them. Neither. “Look, just dial it back, please. I have two of my best programmers working on your project, and both are female. I’d hate to have things fall apart because you can’t control yourself.”“Fine. It won’t happen again,” he said, sounding like the teenager saying what he wanted his parents to hear.“Good. I’ll take you at your word that this is the end of it.”“Yeah,” he said, and hung up.Dante wasn’t ever much on saying ‘goodbye’ and usually hung up after some indication that the conversation was.