Switch fast forward to her contacts with me, our nightly talks on the phone, or at her home, for many long hours.Susanne and I exchange long letters. ...I still keep hers, sometimes a dozen pages A4, fully written at both sides.Susanne and I kiss and hug, embracing friendship, but we never went any further, augmenting to my curiousity.Susanne and I enjoy ourselves in Namur, as my dedicated readers might remember: "Masseur Extraordinaire".Susanne and I keep talking about her thesis. She even goes. The first shots hit her ass with loud cracks and she felt like her skin wason fire. She held her tears as long as she could but when he finished turningher rear end into a black and blue, red-welted waste land she was sobbing uncontrollably.Then he started on her upper back and she screamed and tore at her bonds. Whenhe worked over her thighs she finally passed out. She was barely aware of being turned over on the bed or of the belt layingwaste to her breasts, stomach and thighs. It took a long. “Get in the bedroom slaves and take the floor. I would join you in afterward.” I said after sticking my eyes with both of them. Mrs. Mehra had a fearful look on her face. They started to walk towards the room.I undid the bag she brought in. I got the shiny latex catsuit out of it. Removing the Saree, blouse and the petticoat, I left myself just in my bra and panties. From the necklace at the top to the waist chain at the mid to my payal on the toes, I removed all the ornaments from my body.I. As salim came in my mouth and was promptly replaced by another his cock was not circumcised . He was not a muslim and the again the ordeal started..As the fucking progressed I became more vocal ‘chalo saalo chodo na’ ha ‘aur jor se masal do mere ko’ ‘bhar do meri choot apne muth se’ Engrossed in fucking bliss I noticed that yusuf was just sitting and watching and as my body continued to be ravaged and cocks changing places from mouth to cunt and cunt to ass and ass to mouth , I was totally lost.