. this killers or be stung by..." his voice trailed off."Oh. But I warn you! You know what side-effects there is. And what day of the month it is." I ...know. I know. But I don't want to have these buzzing and whining and sucking blood from my veins and making me scratch all over, do you." No. All right. As long as you..." Yes I know."I was left in total darkness what their conversation was all about and must have looked as a living question mark, just as Rita who just looked at me a little. This time, they fucked hard for a long time until Anita began to cum and cum hard!Rahul exclaimed to Raman, “It feels like her pussy is milking my cock!”. Raman knew exactly what he was talking about. When Anita was really turned on she could grab his or any cock with her cunt. It was like a little hand down in there grabbing your dick. He watched his wife have the most intense orgasm he had ever seen her have with his friend’s cock shoved up in her. Her climax lasted and lasted and finally he. Katie smiled weakly and entered the car. After a short car-trip they reached a private mansion in Beverly Hills. As they drove along the driveway Katie was awe-struck by the immensity of the house. "Wow, this is an amazing house, and it's so secluded!" Katie stammered.Almost under her breath Alyssa muttered "Yes, no one can hear you scream out here." Katie quickly turned her head and asked: "What did you just say?" Oh nothing at all, I was just singing one of my favorite song-lyrics, that is. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was a shy, reserved Indian girl with my tits out and my legs spread wide apart with my skirt around my waist and my knickers around my ankles whilst this dirty old bastard was sticking his fingers up my red hot cunt. My white friends at school had talked about their boyfriends fingering them and all said they were rough and it was better when they did it themselves but Mr W knew exactly what he was doing and was driving me crazy. He had to keep telling me to be.