I bite my lip as to not moan out. He starts thrusting into me as I bite my lip harder. His hands along side my hips, move on to my breast. He begins f...ondling my breast pushing harder into me. As this happens my breathing heavy’s. Bond, helpless, and being used, I am filled with happiness. He continues pushing into me, pushing harder. I look at him, and I see his fangs glisten in the candle light. My breathing heavies more. I want to be able to moan, to express my fulfillment as he pushes into. This was really happening. My nineteen-year-old student was playing with my cock. My hands clenched as she reached inside my fly. Her hand wrapped around my cock. Her fingers were warm, delicate. They felt like silk.I groaned as she pulled out my dick. She grinned as it came into view. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft, stroking it. Precum beaded at the tip. She lowered her head, her black hair tumbled in curls off her shoulder.Her tongue swiped the crown, gathering a bead of precum.. " When you cant satisfy your wife,It is time you acquired a taste for a real cock" She announced. She held my cock near the base and had him lick it and to focus his licking on the head. She went and found her lipstick and put it on his face and giggled with delight saying “See with Vikram,what I have to put up with,A cocksucker for a husband”I told her to write cock sucker on his forehead. She did. I knew it was time to play with Ritika again. I made him sit back on the chair and watch. It was his for the next three years and was paid for by the company. He had picked it out himself since it was close to the new site and convenient to the local daycare facility. He wanted the twins to be exposed to the local language and to the local customs. It would be a great learning experience for them.He sat in a very new European style chair and looked out the window of his new flat. He could see the lights of Brussels spread out before him and if he looked off in the distance he could.