"Ma, Baba does not fuck you anymore, right?" Geeta asked my mother.She mumbled something that sounded like no."You want somebody to fuck you now? Don'...t you want a hard cock into your pussy now?"Mother did not reply."I want a hard and big cock into my pussy. How about you Ma?" Geeta persisted on, "Don't you want a real big cock to fill your pussy up and make you cum?" Yesss!"Geeta turned towards me with victorious smile of mission accomplishment. She put a finger on her lips and made a 'ssshhhh'. I start to move my left hand slowly inside her, as she continues to slowly jack me off with her right hand. Every time I move the full length of my fingers inside of her, I bottom out and I take my thumb and smash her clit. It causes her to jerk, and bite her bottom lip. All the while she jacks me off with long and steady strokes. Every time she hits the base, she rises to the head and splits the piss-hole with the side of her index finger and squeezes lightly. After a few minutes of this her. My prostate was sobruised and sore that it screamed in pain. My breasts hurt from beingbounced around from the fucking. My Latina wonder was bright red andaching. My fingers ached from holding onto the table. My thighs ached.My calves ached. Even my feet hurt. But, my ass was open and ready formore of his fucking. Thankfully, in retrospect, he stopped. His cock,bright red and sore from fucking for so long, was still hard when hewithdrew it.He pulled a feminine napkin from a nearby drawer and. "Dead dominant," he added. Dominant, I thought … I wore it anyway. And now here I am at my first munch. I arrived too early, only a few people were here and I walked up to the bar to order a gin and tonic. I walked around with the drink in my hand trying to make eye contact with the hardcore people. An old and wrinkled woman came up to me.“You into sadomaso, son ?” she asked me. "Emma no, I mean yes," I mumbled.“Welcome,” she said and took me to meet the others. Introductions over, time passes.