" Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. M...ake me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and waited.Five minutes. Ten minutes. Seventeen. Her facial expressions had changed. She looked drugged. I grabbed her huge tits and lifted them. They were heavy, but soft. I released them and slammed my dick back into her. I watched her breasts at this point, rather than me entering her, and the image was mindblowing. Her chest swayed and jumped with every thrust. I slapped her chest as I fucked her. She didnt make anymore sounds. Do you like a dick being forced into you? What do you say slave? She didnt respond, so I slammed extra hard into. Did I see a wet spot? Did I see a pubic hair poking out, did she wanted me to see that and start fantasizing?Something else started to wake up in my pants but I dozed off again, darn!Next time I woke up, it is because of the smell of coffee. She had woken up after I dozed off again and must have made the coffee. That is odd, I thought my zipper was closed but now about half of it is open, don’t remember if I forgot to close after my wee when we came to her place. I did not think much of it but. I could see her deep navel through the sari and also her nipple protruding through her blouse. She did not make any intention to cover her up ever after Sunil was staring at her nipples. Sunil gave a lovely comment to my wife, that she is looking very beautiful and even better than most of the South Indian actresses. He was continuously looking my wife’s navel and balls which even made me shy.He was trying to touch my wife s hand while she was serving him food. I am now sure that he desperately.