Akbar came near Ammi’s face and told, “Tabassum, why are you creating unnecessary drama? I know how many have fucked you. So just enjoy your pussy... getting damaged today.”Ammi tried to leave the room. But the two others held her by both her hands and pushed her to bed.Akbar: Dekh Tabassum hame zabardasti karna pasand nahi. Ye do mere dost hai Sadat aur Rajesh. Becharo ki biwiyan doosre shehar mein hai. (We don’t like forced sex. These are my two friends Sadat and Rajesh. Their wives are living. ”“I think he and his moms are going out today. I heard Josie talking about some kind of work gathering.”“OK, then just the three of us,” Kara said.“Sounds good. Why don’t you do your homework? I want to write in my journal and I need to do some grocery shopping. I’m sure I can find someone to go with me so that you can finish studying.”“OK,” she said.We finished our coffee and went inside. I wrote in my journal for a bit, and then I heard someone in the kitchen. I got up from my desk and went. The thing that bothered her excessively was that she had yet to meet a single member of the opposite sex that considered her an equal, much less, possibly, even superior in several categories.What made matters even worse, if that was at all possible, was the fact that her beloved Amanda, with her voluptuous breasts and firmly packed posterior, was her boss and the one that would decide if her services would be required for the next project. She loved her work almost as much as she secretly. ”I was in heaven. I leaned my head forward and started sucking her firm, small breasts, savoring their salty taste and making her squeal. Meanwhile, I was slowly running my hands up and down her sleek thighs and squeezing her ass while her breathing got more tense. I couldn’t get enough of her; I was licking her sides and kissing her armpits, while running my fingers up her inner thighs and stroking her pussy through the spandex.Ashley put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me against the chair.